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I hope you folks understand that I don’t do anything I do performatively. If you’ve read for long enough you’ve probably noticed my poetry and writings have become way more God-centric, but not religious. I don’t do religion. I told someone who asked if I was Christian once that I am spiritual—not religious. I hope…
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Thank you God for every dayThank you God in every way.Thank you God it’s this I prayThank you GodThank you God.
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This is designed to be read aloud. Find the natural rhythm and read it aloud to yourself. War rhymes with whore. Just an observation. I don’t abide the dramarama Not my occupation. I simply abide in myself In solitary elation. If you don’t like the channel, You can simply change the station.
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It’s free! And add it to your playlist. Wherever you escuchan a musica. I have a little habitOf naming my E.P.sA variation of the abbreviationIt’s sort of a reprieve.It’s just a little joke I hope thatPeople catch onto.But if not, oh well.What are you going to do?
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They had me watching Law and OrderDo I look like a fool?I don’t know how it happened.I’m from a different school.The school of inner wisdom.My soul says that’s BS.And if I do not listenThen I’ll be in a mess.
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I used to post from VenusBut now I post on Mars.You know that she’s the planetThey call the Morning Star?And Mars has a reputationHe really never earned.He doesn’t e’en start wars and stuff.That’s Saturn I have learned.
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I shall write a song for SolTo whom i give controlI trust you God in everything.You’re the one who makes me whole.I’ll annoy the rest with praiseI give you my remaining daysBut that’s just fine they can learn from meI’ll be there to help always
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I did a hit piece on my dad In a song I wrote two years ago. I try not to have regrets. It’s sort of Karma in a robe. It’s still my most popular song On Spotify today. I check on it occasionally. It’s usually getting plays.
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I think I’m calling it Trust Him. Descending messages that I cannot be sure of Pretensive effigies to gods, when mine is pure love. I can’t ascend these stairs these stares are biting wincing Okay, how did I do? Just was that ish convincing? The effort is the point it’s not to get it perfect.…
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I’ve seen the rain.It’s coming down.In my neighborhood.In my town.I hear the thunderAs it claps.I hear the sirensGoing pastI love the rainWhen I’m not in it.Bring it on, Lord.Let’s begin it.
Musings of the Mad 