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baggage by: worth

1/11/2020

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How heavy the load he carried seem to be, it weighed him down. The more he tried to get rid of it, the more he just couldn’t let it go. Like a parasite scourging across an under-developed country no remedy seemed to be in sight. As if it had latched onto him and was feeding off his most vital organs. He could hardly breathe at times. His vision was blurred in more ways than one. His friends and family avoided him as to not have to deal with the side-effects or help him in his dire straights. If only he could find a cure then maybe this thing wouldn’t be feeding off of his morality. Even his fiance had a hard time with him because the plague of love had him in its fiery grasp, he knew he was in trouble the more he stayed this way but how could he love to hate love?

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the boy's look by: worth

1/11/2020

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The man fiddled with the muzzle as his young progany look in awe, eyes filled with esteem. The wonder the boy felt was astounding. He imagined how he could live up to his father’s legacy, his fantasy running wild while doting over that very same legacy his father unwittingly plastered into his developing thoughts. Saying to himself “One day dad, I’m going to make you proud of me.” The boy looked on with tailored glee and appeal.

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colorful by: worth

1/11/2020

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Colorful bunch of fallopian tubes being 
Handed to the world for consummation 

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mosque by: worth

1/11/2020

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As I looked upon the mosque silhouette 
As dusk set in, an image of a satyr overcasted 
The beautiful shape of the holy places stepping 
Into my sightline merely to tarnish my views

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war within myself by: worth

11/10/2019

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Ready Aim Fire, the trigger pulled
Shots blazing the chamber doesn’t get to cool
I duck I dodge I fend for my life
I have no weapons to stage a fight
It’s a coup, I’m being overthrown
Hiding in my depths, surrounded but still alone
No safe guard to ensure my protection
The man I face has a familiar reflection
Once my friend now my foe
How could he stoop so low.
He’s called me out
I refuse to engage my brother but the half
Of my other I & the same 
Hell we share a mother
I want to change & just be serene
Calm & peace
Yet he’s attacking my spiritual decree
I pay homage so I can maintain my composure 
One false move can lead to his full exposure
Violence, animosity, hatred boiling to the top
I am who I am not, only the Lord
Can stop this blackness of this kettle’s pot

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