Long All the worlds a stage Poems

I went from ghetto living
And the ghetto kind of days
To being up out of it
And to seeing better days.
Now the truth stays 
And my mind plays,
in a blessed way
defying the lie defining me 
in my...

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The Air We Breathe

Whatever death hides in the dark forest?
The Man attentive to death-defying chances
with sinister low sweeping branches, strong
confused as to the hierarchical level
upon which their outreached strengths belong 
hurries along

Beautifully poisonous trees 
Gnarled...

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Things can be intimidating 
within life as we grow 
Treading through time 
nullifying life’s hardships 
prospering life’s greatness 
alluring as my mindset 
seeks meaningful reset 
Everything is simple 
yet so complex 
We need to stop...

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Has there ever been a pen as sharp as when Whitman penned his captain dead?

Was anyone more right than when Thomas urged rage against the dying light?

Did you ever read a bigger thrill than Wadsworth’s...

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He broke into music
When he was just a kid
They sentenced him to trouble
For dancing like he did

How was he supposed to know
He'd sing Jailhouse Rock
When the boy hit the 50's
He stopped the clock

He rolled into...

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All the worlds a stage 
and all the men and women mearly players. 
They have their entrances 
and their exits and one man in his time plays many parts.... 
I've played my dream role. 
I've...

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i buy only gold glitter so that all that glitters is gold
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if opposites attract then would opposite not attract the same
Als well has...

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Why, why,             
            the question
upon all the world's
lips
Why,why
    ...

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"She walks in beauty like the night"
 Lord Byron gave us inspiration and delight
 "One shade the more one ray the less"
His words always shone so bright

"I know why the caged bird sings"
Maya felt the...

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As a child, life was much black and white.
Distinct lines of assuredness.

As the age has passed, the lines have been cracking. 
Too many holes in the walls.

What was right, now has many exceptions.
What was wrong,...

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We are here but brief on the scene of Love  
The worlds a stage we war, we peace in life 
We find pain to connect, pleasure in strife 
Under it toiling endless sun shines...

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Aren't we?
High class my ass
A veneer
That's all it is
Different thicknesses
Undercover libertines 
Counterfeit Charlatans
Not everyone, maybe
But the majority
All the worlds a stage
As you like it right
Not everyone, okay.
Yeah, altruism exists
In its anonymity
Even Mother T. supposedly had...

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Oh, Death

What do you do when you tire of being you?
Realize that as Shakespeare said:
“all the worlds a stage”
and you play but a bit part
a whimper, a shout,
a repetitious nightly death…
then dawn.

Oh dawn,
Oh blinking ray...

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