To capture the illussive thought,
Jollying in the sanctity of the moment,
Reaching the pinnacle while detaching the ego,
Simplyfying the obscure,
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This poem will greatly surpass the last,
I want to be regarded as a Genius.
I am darkly brooding,
Each day balanced between living and dieing.
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The flowers are talking to me today,
They say, 'Hey! M****! What is it your thinking? '
I say my thoughts are one butterfly ¨s wing...
'Oh! Wow! Metaphysical! How-now, pray-
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Manuel is a Beatnik,
His 'kicks' are in:
Marijuana,
Free love, man,
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making sure I am logged,
Before I print-out,
Frustrating, it is..
to loose..
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so uninspired
i have lied
the same old tired
worn out
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