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How I’m sposed to go to sleep ?

I’m living with PSTD

Thoughts keep controlling me

and aint no one consoling me

Feeling all this urgency

Its hard to get a hold of me

cop cars patrolling me

Tryna catch me serve the fiens

Coulda caught a body went up state

Before I got my first degree

But aint gone explain myself

And I don’t need a lame to help

Ambulance car outside

They say my nigga banged his self

That nigga should’ve hit my phone

Like “ yo Tah I’m feeling alone”

I would’ve smoked a blunt with you

I would’ve  took the gun from you

But Instead I’m at ya funeral crying

Still alive but my insides dying

I need a way to break the surface

Cause the liquor and the weed aint working

My depression got me feeling kinda worthless

Feeling lost got me questioning my purpose

And now I cant go to sleep.

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The water cycle

When we Feel the warmth of compassion it allows us to embrace the comfort of belonging.

These moments of peace help us give in to our inclinations to submit and allow us to express the emotions that we -most times -can not explain.

Let’s exercise those freedom which cannot be bought and Encourage ourselves to explore the transcendent euphoria that is stillness.

I believe that if we are successful that these moments will last an eternity . For if the ocean is in the sky then life is a circle.

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Rowing

Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives

In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,

people I’ve misused

and the things I shouldn’t have uttered

These visions I cannot explain

One would have to be there

In order to experience them from my unique perspective

seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed

for a breathe of fresh air

I awake from my dream a prisoner

and slave to time

Trapped in this dream we call life.

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The water pump

One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.

While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.

Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:

“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”

To which the boy’s father responded:

I do not feel sad? Do you?

The boy replied:

“No, but we don’t have much money?”

The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:

“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”

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Alive

Living

feeling connected with all other beings

Seeing the essence of existence within each moment

flying without wings

Singing hymns that I have know recollection of

Loving women with images that appears to be a reflection of my own

Kissing a child who will probably grown up with a deep rooted since of entitlement

Praying to the God inside of me

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