PoetPremier
Poet, Teacher, Lyricist, Songwriter, and Leader of tomorrow.
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A Poet’s job to surmise these scenarios
I remember.
We were in the fields with cotton to bail.
No Sale is written on my soul.
I had to change. High times, low moments you better recognize!
Loud cries of our demise not a smile in the crowd.
Sound minds there to advise mere fools totally blind.
You mad? You scared?
That's wierd.
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Challenge
Why Do You Write?
As a writer who understands the multitude of reasons why people have started to become writers I really want to know what makes you want to write. Consider this a way for me to get to know more about you as a writer!
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Up!Up!You!
Up! Up! You!
Have you heard?
Hear Now!
These words spoke clear.
Truth and Sugar in a bittersweet pill hard to swallow, I sense.
Let’s see if ya’ mind is automated by non-sensical information leading to danger levels of inflammation.
Cause the mind shots tend to linger, like that of the voice of a classically trained singer.
Up! Up! You!
Do you see my fingers?
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