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It's the 13th today and I write a bit.
I have a lot of lies in my life and shit.
I give myself advice but I'm tired of it.
As soon as I start I just try to quit.

I think about the life and the universe.
I think about the truth and our ruse of dirt.
I think about my views and the views immerse.
And new views emerge, and these views converge.

The first quatrain was so perfectly symmetrical.
I didn't want to... further this outlet at all.
I feel I can't match the perfection, in that little section.
And look! This set appalls.

It's getting short now. Then it goes longer.
It's growing weaker. Then it grows STRONGER!
All in my life seems to arise in waves.
I lie, looking at lights in the shade.

Looking at the light from another side.
I see another time in my grave.
I'd rather not find time for other times.
I'd rather just keep with my play.

I'd rather play games and confuse myself.
So that I don't know why I'm really here.
I'd rather sit at home where I drew my shell.
Instead of facing any other fear.

Thoughts. That I think about.
They flood my mind, go up and down.
Thoughts. That I think about.
I blink my doubt, away.

You never say tonight: is a New one!
You just say Tomorrow's a new day.
You never say this year: was the Greatest!
You just say: the Next will be insane.

But I'm at my nexus of living now.
I don't want to fade or to simmer down.
I don't want to age and then linger round.
And yet I want to live until I'm clear.

Until I'm prepared, to leave my fair,
Until I've done my share of grieving, and thieving, and contriving these little jeers,
Until a time when I am wise enough to say I'm NOT wise without thinking even a little: Yes I am!
Reality is like a barren sand, a scary land, a jarred hand. Thoughts, I understand. Thoughts, are my demand.

Thoughts, are who I am.

Gear Four

He used Gear Four! Now it's an all out war!
This what I'm here for! Seems so long they've stalled!
But now he's here yall! Now he's here in full force!
So yall just gruel jaws and blink at all awes!
Law, is close to a corpse but of course he'll get saved,
He lived and he fought his own way he was brave,
The village is caught in all like they're all slaves,
Rolling like a cotton ball on the course that soon-to-be-a-corpse paved!!
Luffy closes in the for the slay, hey,

He used Gear Four! Now it's an all out war!
This what I'm here for! Seems so long they've stalled!
The last... hundred episodes or so it seems the war has rolled,
Such a long road it's almost growing old but yo, they're telling the tales of the untold
And he's a hero, even if he claims not to be,
He's got a lot in him, but not a lot of greed,
Not one drop of evil, he's done a lot of deeds
Yet all he does is what he wants: he's free

He used Gear Four! Now it's an all out war!
This what I'm here for! Seems so long they've stalled!
But yo! We're closing in on the next episode!
One Piece 726, is where it all unfolds...

No One Is You...

No one is you and that is your power.




I'm Not A Hobbit

I'm not a Hobbit.
I saw a bank, I pondered I'd rob it,
But the plan stank, laundered Monopoly money,
I took nothing from it.

I think nothing of it!
All of the thoughts that I think,
A potion for me, a notion of drink.
It quenches my thirst, it leaves me a mill
On thoughts when I would, be frequently still.
And leap to the hill, a tea table stands,
It caters to me, and meets my demands,
I table for thrills, for all of my plans,
Are there when I need them, like grains in the sand.

I'm not a Hobbit,
I'm like a tree where I stand!
I'm like the mountain of hope!
I'm like the fountain of prose!
I'm like a noun or a note!
I'm the profound and the close!
I'm the bigger, the better, the thinker, forever!
And yet, I'm little as a toast.

I'm not a Hobbit,
I'm like a coast,
I'm as wide as the Earth!
But sometimes I feel like a moat.

Write A Block

Yeah I've got writers block
I was writing quite alright and stopped
Got myself a cup of coffee hot
Then I came back and slopped back down but what
Is wrong with my head
I try to write but what I write is not
Fluent, it aint doin it
Aint proving to me or anybody else either that I'm the top
I want to write a masterpiece and show the world all that I got
Blow em all away like I'm a hurricane, or a grasshopper swarm swarming ravaging crops
But this is what came out, this verse that sounds like shit
Aint a little tiny bit like me
I want to show that I can spit like E
I want to keep making hit after hit after hit
Not this shit, maybe I should quit or flee
This shit is horrible, like when I split my knee
Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up to a richer dream
Maybe I'm dreaming right now maybe this is a nightmare
That would explain why I can't get my mind clear
I fear running out of ideas that's my big phobia
Now you know it now you think you know me huh
I didn't fear it as a kid, but all the way growing up
I started wondering if I was cut for the rut
How I planned it, at the start I did stand strong on this planet
It was so obvious that I planned wrong
Didn't do shit but write shit and bite lips
And now sit here and spit these quiet bits?
About time I quit... nah, I'll frighten not.
I'll just write a block.

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