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  • Joshua Haynes shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 3 days ago

    Pain-storming

    So, I’ve come to know that in the moments where we’re searching for wholeness. We remind ourselves that we are time ourselves. This life isn’t meant to be a sprint but more a mission about distance, to hone intent. The means of dreams, are like things king and queens use to treat life like a paragraph and demand indentation. A descendant of greatness I’ve become faced with so many of the machinations of nations with awkward statements about dark pigmentation. In a truer essence each of the hues are blessings that only the cosmic have the odds to assess then. It’s written in many testaments that even the best of kin won’t often make it to your aid without hesitance. So many people see those as unequal and exempt from the mannerism of a planner’s system. We all play the roll of cogs in an engine that is more accentuated by the lack of innovation. In a land where the renegades swim through streams of human suffering and get mad when there’s a buffering. It just doesn’t seem keen that we as part of the same species lack a profound peace speech. That so much of the banter we seek often times goes below the minds of those around us. Such confounding and resounding fluff. Not that many of what we touch lack the matter of the matrix. It’s more so, a Morse code…That even in the presence of an abundance of love, hate fits. It’s so hard to escape this. So much overly abundant rage and fury, it’s emblazoned. People, persons, those in search of what lies beneath the sea of falsehoods, like urchins or flawed wood. How the afflicted use wickedness to get a semblance of the powers that have been used against them for centuries by persecuting those who are always losing meanwhile canoodling with those brutish to get reprieves. I suppose those without a paddle in the creak where the horse’s have seats. They’re so high above those trying to find some trust, the saddles aren’t to support their riders, they’re steeped. In pompousness something that bombs the bliss of companionship like two lips hit with just two random fist. Reprimanding the tandem lift betwixt these perches. It’s not just meant for kissing, they meant for verses. In the realm of competition, I’ve found there many sharpened pencils. Where we draw lines in real time we never thought existed. It’s really so hard to not fathom tricks. Ones you could use to assume that flowers bloom with out a facet to expand it’s spritz. Truth is upon all the pages people never thought existed. The verbiage is often liquid. Seeping into the porous mind. At the surest time. To either bring misery or to procure divine. Thanks for taking time. To absorb my kind.

    -Sage
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    • AGAIN YOU ARE A POETRY GENIUS. First let me just say, How do you come up with these titles? First “Water our hearts for ?” AND NOW THIS? Let me just say your poems are so good. I feel honored to be reading such wise words from a wise person. You put your all into what you write and I am here for it. Continue to thrive for greatness and never put your pen down.

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