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Busy Blake Poem
Birthed from Water, infected by Air, sculpted from Fire, embraced by Earth once more ....
To drown thy voice through inflaming the grounds we hold,
Before given thy blood,breath,and warmth, i will quake thy name
through the smallest drop rippled, waving winds upon embers to carry mine ashes. Foggy once more till the sun sheds old to a new skin upon I, as touch is formlessly conformed to sight, forcing awareness of eternal shadows placed by I, am placed eternally. Bewares of these elements, forever given perception of conscious time, this weathered mind of mine, my creator is created by the being, till memories no more, timeless elements behold.
Copyright © Busy Blake | Year Posted 2016
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Busy Blake Poem
Listen, said you only got you cause homie you see I see you still struggling through it, running it through ,it made you if nothing else, noone owing, I'm owning I'm on ,it's flowing steady always, I'm going,I'm ready ,already gone, I'm saying like..
Like saying I'm gone, already ready, I'm going ,I'm always steady flowing, its on, I'm owning, I'm owing noone else nothing, if you made it through it, running it through struggling, still you see I see you homie ,cause you got only you, said listen.
Copyright © Busy Blake | Year Posted 2016
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