to do. I strive for success and beyond, and realistically I understand it is my time where lots of people have to cease to exist, because when I look at the years I have known certain people, they were never there although I was there for them. It’s really a fucked realization, and the truth only hurts when you do not understand it but still the shit hurts because I cannot fully comprehend the complexity of my own mind and the ignorance of my heart at times.
It has come to the point where I can no longer write poetry because there is no true extension of my thought. The things that at one point made me who I am cease to exist. I lack remorse at this point of my life because I have no remorse for myself, and shit truly never had, ever since I was 6 years old and shed tears of the life I was living, I never will again and made that promise. I have two souls living through me and their pain flows through my veins, which is the reason why those two souls will be represented on my back forever.
This is beyond a measure of hope or a resistance of the system, politics, nor religion. This is a testimony in my faith and spirituality of my reality. I stand and walk on every last drop of ink on these lines as a man walking through my pain with my head held high. Not towards the heavens but towards my own guidance and perseverance.
There is truth in the shit I right, it is me, every word, all the mistakes and all this shit comes from out of my mind, it is not something thought out or planned this shit is really me. So I give you a piece of me, because I am on a road traveling, and soon plan to disappear. I am working on a few things of great significance and importance to me; this shit may or may not be my last note.
Through the ink in my pen, it shall lead to a waterfall of ink in my blood, to the promise lands of my soul and the oasis of my heart, guided by the north star of my third eye to the tomb of a dormant king wishing to rise again to the heavens of my mind.
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