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Death is
Beautifully revealing
Tear drops of summer’s evening
The dawn of never ending nights
Strings played by matching pulses
The experience, dipped into moonlight
It is the texture of whispers in dreams
The shade of our calling
Love preoccupied by its own reflection
The necessity of the moment
It is the taste of lightning before you wake
The shadow of our yearnings
The rhythm of the love in misplaced words
A glimpse into everything
It is the sky’s place in reality
The next step
Death is the product of our blessings
The pause, to recall the essence

Problem with the
Self unfolding
Let it go.

Out looking for replacements of something not sure ever had
Remember it though
Feel like it would bring another dimension to the still life
But try to fit square pegs into yang holes
Write personality into neat phrases
That have no chance of housing contradictions that speak louder than all characteristics
Want someone to feel that, cause no one would believe it
Or should buy this
But auctioned anyway
The holding place placebo

Holding out
Hope
That was never forsaken
Maybe used as excuse to explain helplessness
Or the storm before
Reap the benefits of not having a place there
And guided till I found here
Consequence in the form of a choice
One, not ready to make
Hope someone informs of the correct timing.
But there’s the role of victim, again
Done so much to make that mask fit
So easy to sink into it
But would I rather drown in the memories or make it in a creation of my own?
May take tears or might take blood
But need something to float on
For practice?
If that’s what life is
That’s where the cold comes from
Nothing to do with viruses
Just sweating out what’s done with
Light headedness in forgetfulness of the extraness
Or just flu season
Either or

Take pride in all the outcomes
That could have been witnessed
And made it here anyway
If this is it, I’ll take all the blame for yesterday
He is, but I am not finished
Or done

What’s love?
When a person picks up the remains and starts putting a billion piece puzzle back together and your remnants begins to resemble your essence.
And paybacks aren’t needed because the understanding that they won’t regret it and they won’t hesitate to unhappily drop everything and try to make the cycle less repetitive

You can’t like me? Fight me!
You can’t beat me? Bite me!
You can’t see me? Light me!

You can’t teach me? Try me!
You can’t reach me? Buy me!
You can’t preach me? Lie me!
You can’t speech me? Eye me!

You can’t well me? Tap me!
You can’t tell me? Slap me!

You can’t hear me? Read me!
You can’t fear me? Bleed me!
You can’t send me? Leave me!
You can’t short end me? Sleeve me?

You can’t today me? Tomorrow me!
You can’t repay me? Borrow me!

You can’t real me? Fake me!
You can’t feel me? Shake me!

You can’t wedge me? Make me!
You can’t Veg me? Steak me!
You can’t sleep me? Wake me!
You can’t steep me? Snake me!

You can’t hold me? Let me!
You can’t fold me? Bet me!

You can’t give me? Receive me!
You can’t forgive me? Believe me!
You can’t live me? Breathe me!

You can’t phone me? Letter me!
You can’t own me? Better me!

You can’t coffee me? Tea me!
You can’t offer me? Be me!

You can’t deny me? Respect me!
You can’t try me? Elect me!

You can’t wine me? Dine me!
You can’t find me? Mine me!

You can’t fault me? Shame me!
You can’t vault me? Blame me!
You can’t exalt me? Lame me!

You can’t mouth me? Ear me!
You can’t doubt me? Hear me!
You can’t shout me? Near me!
You can’t out me? We’re me!

You can’t defeat me? Win me!
You can’t retreat me? Spin me!

You can’t Homie? Know me!
You can’t grow me? Show me!
You can’t high me? Low me!
You can’t try me? Blow me!

You can’t attack me? Surprise me!
You can’t back me? Realize me!

You can’t leg me? Thigh me!
You can’t keg me? High me!

You can’t ask me? Tell me!
You can’t outlast me? Well… me!

I must be something
Like a lone ranger,
In a room full of old friends
And feeling like a stranger.

I change my mind
More than anybody you know,
But without change
How should I grow?

Even the best of books
Collect dust
Even the best athletes
Experience rust

I am like the weak
Pretending to be strong
Often too quick to speak
Whether I’m right or I’m wrong

Surely I have seen
With these eyes
The highest of highs
Surely it is I who knows
The lowest of lows
What does it all mean?
Surely someone knows

What if it comes?
What if she goes?
What if we’re friends?
What if they’re foes?

To the sinner I am righteous
To the righteous I am sinning
To the winner I am losing
And to the loser I am winning

This is where I like to be
Just me, my tree
And my roach to be

This is how
My time I spend
Translating knowledge
From mind to pen

Just because he pulled it out
Doesn’t mean he can’t put it away
Just because you haven’t seen it
Doesn’t mean it can’t make you its prey

If I may
I just might
For each day is a fight
Whether I’m wrong or I’m right
I wanna eat good tonight

Climbing trees
Will keep you young
But too much Honey
Will get you stung

And God whispered to me:
“Now take my word or feel my wrath
I’ve doused you in dirt
Now take my bath”

And again he whispered:
“Now live my word or feel my wrath
You can drown in dirt
Or take my path”

Love the World like you love yourself
Love the Humble like you love your Wealth
Love the Noisy like you love your Stealth
Love the Sick like you love you Health

There’s always more to learn
More to earn
And more to burn
To discern is to learn
It’s like we earn just to burn

They say that, “Money is for earning”
But that’s funny; I always see it burning!
Would you agree that knowledge is for learning?
Is a Book still a book if the pages aren’t turning?

I found wisdom in time
I found wisdom in rhyme
I found wisdom, now it’s mine
I found wisdom… undefined

There is wisdom in the night
There is wisdom in the day
There is wisdom hidden from sight
There goes wisdom on its way!

Wisdom comes to those who seek
Wisdom comes from those who speak
Wisdom comes like a thief in the night
Wisdom comes riding Truth and Light

I chase wisdom whether I go or stay
I chase wisdom for work and play
I chase wisdom night and day
I chase wisdom that’s my way!

I confide in wisdom like a friend
I’ll ride with wisdom until the end

I bet there’s wisdom in those pages
I bet there’s wisdom in those hours
Wisdom passed down through ages
Wisdom unleashing powers

The lord is generous, and so I give
My God loves life, and so I let the spiders live
The lord works in mysterious ways, and so I remain a mystery
I know that success leaves clues, and so I study history
Heavenly Father I thank you for all the great teachers before me
In the end may this pen make’em love and adore me
God has inspired, and so I’m armed with sacred texts
The Tao teaches us to let go, and so I’m open to what comes next
The Gita taught us Yoga, and so the Self was realized
Jesus lay down his life for us, and so I got baptized
The truth never untruth, and so I’m not about to lie
The father discipline’s the child he loves, and so I’m not about to cry
The Buddha had a sense of humor, and so I smile and laugh
The lord is my Shepard, my rod and my staff
God desires mercy, and so I show compassion
Moderation creates abundance, and so I do my best to ration
The wise tend to reflect, and so I’m like a mirror
He commanded, “Love each other”, and so my vision is clearer
I believe in inspiration, and so I rarely ever edit
Humility comes before honor, and so I save change but don’t use credit
Gandhi liked to walk, and he could out walk us all, and so I like to walk, and get up every time I fall
We live, we learn, we laugh and we love
And so I give, I earn, I pass and I hug
I practice love and faith, respect and endurance
And so a smile on my face I accept the changing currents
There are twelve hours of sunlight, and so I walk by day
The simple man said, “Troubles would come”
And so he said they would not stay
The righteous man has nothing to fear in this life of the next,
And so my worries dissolve
Renounce and rejoice,
And so my problems are solved
It has been written: Love the Lord and be free
And so I’m free as a bird
I’m here to help, and so I give you my word
Just call me Ricky b. Wright, and so I’m almost never wrong
I could go on all night, and so it is… the same old song