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Blossom

Hidden within the depths of your pocket You grab onto your pen like a plug to a socket As a way to focus on life to know when Inspiration consumes you and its time to write again. When you open your heart you open your mind Unlimited energy within you, you find That when you do inspiration is easily sought Now strike while the irons hot. In a world thats suffocated by consternation Consideration is given to infinite inspiration Strange desolate faces plodding on the street To the salivating pleasure of ternasco meat. We are our own creation yearning for liberation A chance to be free from pain blossom like a carnation. Realise that what we have today may be lost Live for the day smile without any cost. You are not some game so dont be played Confront the venemous beasts dont be afraid. Save money, theres a reason piggy banks are cute Be so happy to put money in that chute. Sadly there will be rainy days You gotta be happy with your loot. The paper we earn and yearn is the poison fruit Prosper on the highway or go down a murky route. Tell the truth, be honest and discrete Dont divulge your mind in dark denials Wilting as a person the walking deceased So indulge in truth stand tall for miles and miles. You are a biome a community of complex cells A great individual with inate potential to excel in anything if you channel the energy required to propel you towards your destiny. In the depths of your pocket lies a pen Harnessing you to speak your mind. When that stream of energy flows within Start writing from the inspiration you find.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 2/21/2018 2:00:00 PM
I enjoyed your rhyme and message. You kept it upbeat throughout the flow with much to inspire others. Don't let a lack of comments dismay your pen, for if words call you, the call is real and like any environment of people there are personalities aplenty reading and not reading for various personally-aimed reasons; not good or bad, just true. Seems to me you've scrambled for pen & paper a time or two in your life, surely there's a reason. Be blessed ... CayCay
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