I have no patience For your twisted mind The way you serve a fool Has turned your eyes blind. I have no passion For your toxic discourse The points you try to make Echo a fake source. I have no respect For your empty goal The lies you call opinion Have corrupted your soul.
Leading the way, marking memories
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
In the material and spiritual realm
Wanderlust Through Words
What is writing if not conjuration magic?
in search of peace
for what was and what is yet to be
Poetry, Healing Poetry, Self-Love, Self-Awareness, Benefits, Guidance
A Weave of Words 
Good stuff.
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Ohhhh, thanks yassy! Means a lot coming from you.
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You are so welcome, my dear poet.
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This is the first time someone called me a poet other than myself. LOL. I need wine.
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You don’t need wine. You are already deliriously creative.
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“Deliriously creative” is how I want to be remembered by now. 🙂
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That’s what a true poet says.
Goodbye. Nice talking to you.
Be well. Stay safe.
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Seriously, thanks much! Stay safe and well too!
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A simple construction but with some weight behind it, for sure. Very good. “The lies you call opinion / Have corrupted your soul.” Opinions seem almost like they can’t be wrong, but perhaps they can be deceptive in there creation.
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Thanks Ben! It gets really blurred especially in the current political climate. This is dedicated to the ones opposite my politics. 😅
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