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In my life I have seen infinitesimal good I ponder all the time why is life so unkind. I live my 
life the best way that I could, but someone always despised where I stood. 

The competitiveness of young life is all understood striving for things in time seems to 
infatuate their minds. But as time goes by things of luxury aren’t so appealing to the eye, 
remembering you can’t take it with you when you die.

Hard to find is total peace of mind, many spectral races in the populous faces. Through the 
crowd with great haste, life as we know it has been thrown off pace.
 
Acknowledged through space and time like being blind living in the third eye, the mind. 
Seeing all through a sense of what is felt hitch up and tighten your belt. 

To predict see and feel what I dreamt before it happens what a gift bestowed unto me my 
heart is rapture. For me this is true and for it I have been called the voice of doom, seeing 
the other side of another’s happiness or gloom. 

My forewarnings to heed no one listens until they bleed, then they look at me and plead; 
what will happen next you sleaze? I can’t see things all the time but when I do, give notice to 
what happens as time passes. 

I can’t help it when I feel it you must know the truth, in healing of pain what I say will not be 
in vain. I help myself when I let these feelings go I am not that braggadocio. 





James C Bryant Jr. 
							   
May 11, 2002

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