Words that are spat without talking.
Inhalation that occurs without breathing
is the prestige of my visionary mind; without feet but walking.
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Verbs that snay, spray consciousness of rhymes that slay
constipated reputation ignored...recognition that sway'
vanity is the valued crown.
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My visionary mind is where I go to find
the essence of life. Just to freeze time
and let all the intelligence sink within
as I take a huge goblet to gobble everything.
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I sit there on the zenith of my mind
and watch the incarnation of words being reincarnated in rehabs
that are made of tongues that drink herbs.
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Superb proclamation is the imperialism that back stabs
false appearance and negative proclamation of oneself.
Come closer and witness the mental folders in tabs
arranged in imageries and mental shelves.
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I stood there in silence, stricken. I've risen to utmost heights
saw my future, my life and brought it back through mystery insights.
I guess you can say it was a fight or flight mode,
but no one told me the trip to the future would so bright and bold.
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Low and behold I now bear witness of what's to come,
the years, the fears, the tears have brought me near to my fate.
Only those gifted with visionary minds can relate,
I am now one with the universe. Let's sing hymns and erase
all our eyes have seen before, let us ignore the woe and create a space
in our hearts and minds to be occupied by nothing but visions of clarity,
gratitude, abundance, peace and prosperity.
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