Category : Poems

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The language of life is spoken through motions of the living experience. 
Soon as I start to write  I realize it's not me who is writing but the force that allows me to exist that's a twist cause everything I do I did I'm like look at what I did unless I did something regretful
And can't let go.  See i love to freestyle for a while until i get stuck on words that don't truck out of time out of luck like brotha J says yuck.  This language I'm talking that special form of communication not even these words can do justice relate translate cause they would understate them.  It could be a glance, a nod in fact, or a pat on the back, a letter, a card helping through times that's hard. I call em words for lack of words ironically  I poeticize that special communication that sees through the lies. Its a fact we feel and keep it real but feelings ain't always fact to get through that navigate the map to get where you want to be at......................................................................................................................