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Cheering, they chant for the one they want Prince! Prince! Prince!  Who is the prince that they want?
When i feel lost,   I feel sad, or happy, or thoughtful, I simply walk on the beach.  The seasalt air circles me,  Hovering and holding promises of adventures.
Speak to me Emerson & Thoreau Speak to me Let me be alone with the stars   I am me, no imitation Obeying my inner voice, 
there is the power of man and there is the will of God when the two do not pursue the same method tragedy is necessary   I am a tragedy;
Look past the outskirts of the town of stray men Where none think to trod A black wall caging in the livestock All together lost within an arbitrary boundary   Run blindly past the seam of shadow and light
If you had asked me a couple months ago the question “What is the one thing or one person you could not live without,” I would have answered, without hesitation or doubt in my mind.   I would have told you it was him.
Dear sweet and putrid Flower I find myself riveted by your solitude. And there is no better method for passing the day In this jail-cell we call freedom
It did not feel like it should be snowing, but it was. The air was almost warm, my jacket was open. Walking along the dark dirt path I saw
They say beauty is only skin deep. And that true beauty is fitted to the soul. To these I might agree. For simple beauty is not but a visual stimuli that releases dopamine.
I stand upon a Cliffside, Watching the hard white waves stride. When I hear someone call me from my side; I turn and meet a glare with their sunset eyes. They cast my gaze to a valley side,
The feel of the breeze  swept across my skin 
These humble teeth and tongue clatter in vain to articulate the fascination, inspiration, and empowerment I derive endlessly from my own mortality, unable to comprehend this yet personal and
Close the wealth inequality gap Educate the people and give them clean water,      food, housing, and stable employment. Help the people who cry out loud Free the ghettos of an oppressed crowd
From the day you were born, you've been feeling vile scorn, for the future they say is so bright. The school that you stay in, The church that you pray in, Just trying to snuff out the light.
Without sight or scent;Formless; Lacking frameYou none would dare rejectBut neither could they claim.
Soil is black, trees are brown. What's new in town? Smog fills your eyes. Look, look at this beautiful sky.   Grass is green, soft and lush. While your feet are sounding against the grounding.
I don’t want to do life today So I think I’ll just lie here I’ll be a Neo-Nietzsche Since life won’t do me either   What good is a body That only sees despair It’s not white or phallic
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