Long Counterfeits Poems

Thorns and prickles dangle at the root of the tree and the temperature is shouting at a hundred and seventy degree; destiny is baking a global cake and you have to get your slice before...

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Stand for truth, righteousness, common sense, and personal Responsibility.                          ...

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Agape intellect... a sea of conscious reasoning... 
power of highest thought.. an estate yet to be seen.. 
just a trickle of love.. in some small degree..
a quality called grace out of space, to be..
from paradox,...

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The Power of life
The choices we make
Dull like a knife
Yet chances we take
 
The wind can blow
The flowers can grow
Everytime we try
The power of life- begins to show
 
A gasp for air
A simple I dont...

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Love, is power thereof in many  notions of life
one conscience of two notions, chaotic or *cosmos 
how can life be right of a notion... chaotic
or a *plagion nature be instructor of the cosmos 
therefore...

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"If the light in you is dark then how great is the darkness"


It is 2am
But I am thinking of a way to tell my dreams that I have no means to lead it to its...

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I’d tell you my story, but where I’m from
it’s just a statistic
Life and death- same difference- it’s just ballistics.

So much suffering – I no longer pray for salvation
But say
‘Unharden our hearts, soften the indifference, please
let...

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We push to imitate nature's
flavors, both sour and sweet;
compare the taste of lemons
to that of a lush, ripe peach,
or the nectar of pure honey
to the tang of a dill pickle.

The fruit-flavored snack-pack
spilled into my hand,
perceived...

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He leaves his silent signature on every piece of art
Not seeking worldly profit or acclaim,
Yet touches of perfection often set his work apart
And witness to his honourable name.

He moves his painter’s palette from the east...

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In culture of counterfeits
a snip of intelligent gene
brings the pink tears
for the brown eyes.

A virgin goes for a spade
in the naked sun.
Let me think of polymorphism.
Can there be an answer-

for oblique questions ?
Can this tottering...

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I had a dream
But I dreamt it on clay
And it crumbled in the morning rain.

I envisioned still other dreams
Those reflected dimly on the surface of my desire
But they always vanished with a touch.

I borrowed another...

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Does your smile convey true joy? 
Or does it mask a secret, coy? 
Do your actions speak of heart, or
From all honesty, depart? 

This, a world where shadows move
And rainbows dance in changing hues
Alongside clouds...

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Destruction only led me to the direction of construction
loyal to counterfeits that unconcealed disloyal

loved the wrong brothers now I preach to others’
preach to others open your eyes to the leeches

transformed my higher cognitive process from...

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