Peek-A-Boo - My Spokenword

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The secret of my surprise could it be in my demise I fear not because I am not Afraid I -I am not dismayed By the secrets unknown Though they crave my fears NO HARDENING my desires my heart beats less So soft is it and I feel the presence Of It this the unknown WHOSE I shall not be discarded or thrown I stand and trust and with a sword and a shield I weld I shall not be compelled WHOSE To run for in running I will fall I fell as I peek out the window sill Out the corner of a curtain I fear not A thing yet I'm aware that something is there WHERE CAN'T SEE A THING But I can't see with my eye natural or spiritual so I won't call it out it's untrue as I stand facing west I turn around I feel it's presents That I choose not to for in the darkness as my light So shines on it ever presents It's dawning it is I hear the sounds of peekaboo I see fear incarnate and it's looks it screams at me The demon clutches and screams hello humanity fool PEEK-A-BOO 11/13/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

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