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once I

was told that I write poetic

what bothered me about that statement

was the fact that I thought that I was

being direct

to the point

can't remember about what

but there was no poetry to it

I write what I feel

and what comes out what comes out

my only question is

was there understanding

or was this individual

trying to shoot a slight

and undermine trivialize

my thoughts

I had to teach myself

about moving from abstract

to practical pragmatic thought and action

so many barriers

and blockages

that I didn't know were


until I overcame them

so many small but significant

internal battles that have been won

that no one will know or appreciate

unless they've been through it too

I have a way of pin pointing

driving deep into the heart of any


but before I am able to give the full

measure of what it is

I need a moment to think

my mind and my mouth

don't necessarily work in tandem

the beautiful thoughts in my head

don't always reach my lips

with the same wavelength

the same articulation

words escape me

but the vision is broad

and expansive

I see the truth

if not

my Sagittarian arrow

doesn't land far from the target


gut instincts

have brought me through

the roughest of patches

I am trustworthy

yet I hardly trust anyone

I listen and watch

not with the intention to

confirm a negative assumption

but to see the real

am I able to accept

you for who you are

or not

even in that I've still been known

to play with snakes

cross into arenas where

there are

nothing but red flags

paving the way

third eye wide

psychic risk taker

you know intelligence

prone to doing dumb shit

don't know why

I can't call it

I'm just wired that way

it's not an easy task to reprogram

deprogram yourself

but it's worth the the effort

the work

the struggle

to know thyself is enlightenment

to understand yourself

is to understand others

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