Spoken Word Poetry

I am what I am—
a slave to my mind.
Gears turn and turn,
my thoughts the wheel of...

I think that I’m too much for you,
I know that I’m too much, it's true.
Will you tell me...

In the mornings, I lie thinking,
My lashes ever blinking.
Thoughts now intercepted-
...

trust too much,
open up too much,

Shhhh,

don't say too much,

don't you know...

Beauty is alive, it really is
it's everywhere we look
if we keep our eyes open...

At the time
When I didn't think much of it
Moments and Memories,
Gold, salt-seasoned...

Remember when we were very young
Paper planes and flying kites
Dressing up on Halloween night...

Travelling through the concept of time
Shining eyes burning all the time
As things are...

So
​​​​​We are animals here we eat our own
Farming fellow species to make our life better...

A verse inspired by a song " Waterloo sunset "

A muddy old river
To Westbrook bay in...

The eyes staring at me as I wander off.

The eyes always come, always are. Never don't, never were...

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Flame, fire… desire
Freestyle from da feelings
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Freestyle From The Mind

Sitting Fireside, in a hammock

With YouTube on the Television…...

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