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Willpower 

I feel an inner strength like no other .like superman lives within me undercover.I hover. around the weak as I see there lack of. don't want to stoop my level as I remain above. I overcome my adversity. adversely. removing the property .of the psychic vampires around me.that sucks the life inexplicitly. like water on fire. from the remnats of my funeral pire .too many times I've played the victim allowing myself to be subjected. to the burning crosses they erected. bubbling with the formulas they perfected. like a 

Modern day alchemy. for a fee. they've injected me. until it wreaks havoc .mixing science and magic. so tragic .too the one who allows .taking the sacred vows .sacrificing there cows. Caught up in a  race. of losing there face .until it's erased. not even knowing themselves just worker bees. leaving the tree .from the hive. until they find. it's too late there not alive .but I refuse too be that guy.  not allowing weak brain activity. as I'm privy .too information they can't see. as I bring it too life  for me.calming my brain and soul. Morphing into the role. is my goal .like producing diamonds from coal. It's the lies of the feeble. that entices the evil .leaving them rodents like weebles. the backbone combined with willpower .will shower. power .on your foes like howitzers .causing them too cower .till they know.fear.doesn't exist here. so step to the rear. if from cowards you were reared .but my blood burns with intensity. steadily exposing the authenticity. of the consistency. of your iniquities. plaguing your skin like fleas. so adjust. or fall apart. you have no heart. or spine. I am going to take what's mine. Theres a sucker born everyday. And if you want to catch one he just ran that way. 

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Culmination

Just wrote this what u think...

I am learning who I am,when the I I thought I was slipped away like an oil slick /and I figured out the essence of the tick/ spread throughout a metamorphosis/ that ignited the wick and burnt it to a crisp/ I took a shot but missed /like a half hitch that tightens on itself in a switch/ I have the itch but still I miss /my own wish /list when I make a fist/ and throw a fit /guessing why I even exist/ am I just a figment/ a ghost in action with a torn ligament/ wondering where the day went as I relent/ and repent to the tune of my insane lament /is this a spiritual payment/that won't relent until I match the offer/ why am I even keeping score/ for maybe an open door when my brain goes on tour/ and I cant take anymore/ internal rains when they poor/am I poor or just sore /bitter and filled with resent and a tense jaw/while masking/ I'm only asking for a being that isnt so taxing/ looking at my dreams /until there gone leaving no scent/ it seems momentum means nothing to the way of my essence/ that doesent make sense/ like a backwards sentence/ I'm on the cusp but hands empty like bluffs/ riding the wave when the thoughts misbehave /asking am I a slave /or just one who needs to be retrained/ and wained sripped of habits /like bad eyes to carrots /its tragic and sparatic like a stuttering mathematic/ speaking to asthmatics/ it's right there in my reach but I cant grab it/silly rabbit tricks are for kids/ or evil ones with grins /swimming like sharks with no fins/ strategizing with the ball like pins/ dont believe in sins but lessons/ I'm guessing but its educated like being agitated and elated at once/ mixed up like some punch at brunch/ a twisted concoction rotting alone and forgotten/ aging like spaten until I'm smelly and rotten/ laying in a coffin forgotten/ only to bloom again like cotton /can you see the signs are you spotting /repeating numbers in your daily life like shopping /or have you forgotten to look for your own evidence in the present...its the only place you are its evident...

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Am i

Existential crisis feels like a beheaded ISIS stuck in a vice grip,feeling so lifeless like a walking shell with a repeating disappearing act to Penn and tell,look at me cant you tell cant you see my eyes when they twitch and swell,emerge from where I dwell kind of like a cell,I'm drowning pray tell,am i or not is my snot real,or these sensations i feel electric signals feeling twisted,as i morph into a liquid and fidget like a glitching digit in the alarm clock of life,i lost my wife with a single knife swipe called complacency,can you see my emerging misery that I have for free,jingling like a skeleton key,am I free I see the shackles on my feet or the matrix interwoven so deep that I feel like a creep or a wingless parakeet unable to cheep,silent peep up a mountain so steep,I suffer in silence ignoring the violence that my mind wants to show so much it steals my glow,and there I'm stuck saying which way did he go while I'm wearing a go pro filming a ho,drewling like a vegetable while dying slow,but still I grow until I know,that I'm not alone the voices keep me company psychic phenomenon has become the norm when it comes in swarms and download after download explodes in my mental abode,the only way it stops is to look in the mirror and see my figure,ok ok I'm human after all.

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Eureka

It starts on the inside. a feeling overwhelming like a rollercoaster ride .bubbling with eager intention .to reside on the surface an emotion. emerges from my flesh. putting to rest .this fire that purges. Subsiding my urges. a subservient. person remains. unaware of your senseless claims. in vain .you reach out for me. I am drowning too .you don't even want to know the things I would do.contemplating with much meditation. the outcome anticipating .until I am participating .and deliberating. my intent on emancipating .my mind. Free. from the indebtedness of me. too you. I'm through. with the people pleasing. or ego teasing. tickling your fancy for no reason .its a high act of treason. too have you believing. that I even care your breathing .or following down this path that's misleading.what's sad is that I convince you I'm genuine. Like a freshly printed Benjamin. Bying into my regiment .foundation solid like sediment. with steadfastly intent .too point out what's relevant .speaking and breathing life too the elephant.in the room .taking up all the room. that conspicuous feeling. that's appealing .to the masses how people remain ignorant staring. at time while she passes. Knowing that we are all headed for the caskets. especially the basket. cases  with their many smiling faces, embracing the one thing that can't be taught. That anything can be food for thought. 

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Feelings

Are feelings really just that a sensation that is perceived /maybe the origin is a thought conceived /or one wrapped up in a package and believed /this is highly confusing indeed/ that a small mental seed can seem/ to create a separate reality but is it true /is a thought and a belief stuck together with glue/ doesent one depend on the other like a mouth with teeth to chew/ so just what is this mental stew /and what is a human being to do /about constant interference with reality /words creating a drama and a tragedy /that actually /isnt physical so it's not physical /so is it still literal or mainly subliminal /and each thought is just potential /for your mental/ like a piece of paper with no pencil/ and thoughts are just stencils/ that may or may not take shape/ they dont determine our fate until we act and create/ or we can wait and deflate/ these energetic assumptions /that become pasts consumptions /that is until you work up enough gumption/ and turn the inner world into nothing/ the words were always bluffing /and stealing your attention with suction/ like a voice you hear from the next room /you realize this marriage and its ugly groom/ you see were you gave away your power/ and watched mental language devour /for hours while, you, consciousness observed /you then will energy conserve/ and swerve with your verb /losing your noun can be very profound /like losing pounds on a diet/ you now remain quiet through your inner riot/ owning the moment until the next one/ turning mental storms into fun

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It stirs and a reaction forms.branching out from the norms like bees in swarms.it performs present but not, an infinite shot in the dark takes the mind on an endless walk through the park,laughing at danger we embark.like scars on bark its proclaimed on flesh that I ain't done yet till death.making each and every breathe a yes until another one doesent come next.and yet the danger is real I feel theres enough on my highlight reel to seal the deal.acceptance of the only truth brings proof.that my previous selves were aloof and in cahoots with imagined limitations like shingles on a roof.perhaps man made prophets like stoops.with two scoops of wisdom. a lone man sitting atop his kingdom .aware now of now. on the prowl with baited breathe merging with mother nature. not an anticipated saviour. witness the change in behaviour when one cannot help but stare at the creator. in everything hearing the birds sing .through fling after fling .learning to lesson the sting from this duality thing