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The Alchemist Poem
Cry me a river!
Cry me a river!
CRY ME A RIVER
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As I speak with strong intent, in my world shall there be illumination
the pyramid of all seeing Truth!
Shall I see it's eye
As I speak with strong intent, let my world be radiant with rainbows of hope !
Every single day,
shall I see its eye.
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I inhale deeply, take the first step with desire in my soul to grow
to be the seed replanted in the soil to receive Vitamin D from Father Sun
I wanna be free, but I know I cannot fear living
just because I breathe out my nostrils and out my mouth.
I still hunger and desire for more for myself when I do not feel alive
if I run far enough to the hills
break the chains that held a tight grip on me will I still be free?
That is something I am still learning to understand.
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I saw the rattle snakes, cobras and anacondas
slithering in-between my toes but not of them bit but off of my flesh or bite me at all
the field of Green was greener then I thought It would be more fresher and safe
then I thought I would be.
I saw fresh fruit dangling of trees off like crystal diamond chandeliers in ball rooms of fancy mansions and restaurants
Big, glossy fruits, luring me in to take a taste
Mangoes, coconuts, apples and oranges with tangerines too
watering in my mouth for the burning desire to eat them all
I opened my mouth with hunger, wondering in my drifting thoughts where I would go next
I know I was free and the snakes vanished, what now?
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I levitated from the lions den
I rose to the sky with a golden crown
covered in emeralds and diamonds on my head
Now it's time to take back what's mine ! I said with fury
Another beautiful day! everything that could've killed me
I overcame, I am proud to still be standing
Grateful for every second and hour of my 24
because in a tale as old as time there was an eight year old girl
who fought depression, bullying and Life itself
that was as bright as Star, with the might! of a demigod
written in legend, she was the prophecy of the doom of once was called order.
She was a rude awakening to mankind, she had an eye of a tiger.
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As I run away from the chains, not a single one of my principles drifted
out of my mind, I know what's right and what's wrong for me
I can take actions by chance and leaps of faith
I escaped from the herd, I do not take revenge but I choose to stay calm
Resentment is control, I understand now and shall not be held captive
I have never felt safer, then I have before
I do not cry for freedom, my heart feels whole again being free.
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Only man is the causer and reality Is the effect
The push and pull of the pendulum in the hourglass of life
is enteral life
the evolution of man is the evolution of the soul
man who chooses to weep will not reap any of his fruit
is duality of yin and yang through right or wrong thought.
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Hope and revelation is within
You can see it around thou, You can feel it within thyself
The pearly gates open withn thou, Thou understands and knows it
Because his hope is stronger than the obstacles in his path
Only divine intervention,
only faith can lead his hand through the valley of the shadow of death.
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Not its your turn my pretty
to prick your finger on the blade
taste the repercussions of what you have set to cause on my fate
now it will reflect back to you
in the form of time On every watch, every ticking clock
In every failed friendship, in every loss.
You shall forever remember my name
you shall forever remember this face
and reminisce on what you did to me.
Mess with my peace and tranquility
I will have death knocking at your door.
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You came for me and I am still flourishing
Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor
How funny it is to be a golden alchemist
cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully
into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing
how funny it is to be, a golden alchemist.
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