Nate Tulay Poems

This experience that we call life,
is a little too complex to end with death;
A cycle of forgotten rebirths,
we flow purposefully with time.
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Don't ever mistake
me for a poet.
At heart,
I am a revolution,
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Everyone loves
a love poet
who is intelligent
and attractive.
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Who will befriend me an infinite years from now,
if I were to descend from heaven with no
knowledge and memories of my past lives once
again? Will I be cast aside, and sentenced
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I stole my smile
with my own negative thoughts,
I tricked my eyes
with my own false images,
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Should I honor thee with your pen,
or remind you of who you still are,
now that wisdom has opened the eyes
of men, and clothed them with self-same
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You may have forgotten, forgotten about
the paradise, the paradise far far away,
and of the goddess who died, who died
from love and her passion to nurture
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I woke up with my Ka on a Spring day,
no longer delirious, no longer asleep,
I analyze creation in a quest to better
understand my surroundings, life is our
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Science, the field of intelligence, self-
awareness, and logic, the field that argues
that God could exist through signs and
physical data; physical data: Intelligent
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Ole soul, who are you, and where are you
from? Ole soul, what I mean is, what are
you? An African soul, a schizophrenic
philosopher, a natural poet, a starry lover,
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