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My Mama picked me up some thingsLike juice and plantain chips.It’s nice she’s always there for meIt makes for better trips.I’m pretty sure our soul contractWe made before carnationHad everything to do with that.I never feared starvation.
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I used the force to curse my dog. He kind of pissed me off. He said that he was done with me And tried to wander off. I said something that I regret About how the Mayans used to eat them. I mean, those are facts. What can I do? It’s not like I would…
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I actually just whispered after making this graphic and prior to saving it, “What am I doing? Why am I writing poems about donkeys?” I plum forgot. I looked back to see if I wanted to title it which I do. I rode a donkey into town and proclaimed, “I am your king.”“Let’s see your…
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It’s hip-hop. My homie Matty Lane called me todayHe said, “Hey, there holmes. Whatchu got to say?”I said, I learned something man, the past is what you make it.If it still scars you then you better damn fake it.Don’t allow what’s gone to affect the ahead.Life might be short but you’re far from dead.
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It’s always been hilarious to me that “Impressionism” was born because Monet developed cataracts. This is about that. I want to paint like blind Monet.I don’t care what the people say.They’ll call it “Impressionism.”It will create a schismIn the industry between the layWho paint like blind Monet.And those who paint the gods at play. Commericalibility…
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They’re poisoning the wellWhy can’t you people tell?They’re perverting the scriptureAnd altering the picture.The Gnostics had it right!And thus their books were burned!We’re lucky to have ANY of them.And zero lessons learned!
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This is an ode to my Holy God.The one within me.He leaves me quite awed.Endowed with the wisdom of immortal souls.How often do I do this? I wish I could know.A lifetime’s the blink of an eye in Forever.When you really consider it, this thing is clever.We come here to learn realize we’re not really…
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I love that peopleYes I do.That means me andThat means you.I love that you are trying hard.I love you can play your cards.The Tarot Deck—Not Black Jack, Son!I love the things that you have done.The way you’ve grown and your will toContinue to. That’s what you’ll do.I love that we are siblings here.Not genetically different.They…
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I wrote this before Easter and only rediscovered it in my notes just a minute ago when I finished it. It just occurred to me they gave that man a Netflix series which lionized him. (Medici) Long after he’s gone. Mercy. Funny Easter Bunny, honeyBut I know the truth.That Easter is for Venus, SpringtimeIs her…
Musings of the Mad 