Nicholas Licul

this page is blank
im having a hard time filling
these empty spaces are very unwilling
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what is love?
love is hate of the worst kind
hate to dropp hands
hate to lose whats mine
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to this day
we shall not waste
our time is finite
pick up the pace
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walking across the infinity
its just you and me
in the desert age
stands before us a sage
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out of time
of what sense
what bewilders the rest
bewilders their sense
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do what they say
a common belief
don't stir the water
or your stay will be brief
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alone and secluded
left to my thoughts
i sit here and brood
my mind is caught
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every bit of information
gathered from each situation...
determining the mood
...i sit here and brood
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icy hot
with many a dark spot...
furthest from the sun
still apart of the conundrum
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upon a lonely road i stroll
emotional depths of life taking its toll...
somewhere between here and there i fell
...fastened to her amorous allure
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awake in my mind
i never get to sleep
dreams and reality intertwined
are there rewards to reap?
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here we all rein
in sync with the masterpiece weaved
banded together with our creation
that was conceived
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in one profound thought
temptation is caught
searching through a web of information
looking for the spark of creation
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a power line
my mind is electrified
touch me without ground
you'll be petrified
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instinct's driving me
its the force that's guiding me
owl vision
I'm wise to see
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Have you ever looked beyond the surface
where the alternate reality serve's it's purpose
through the multiple dimension's
of the human invention
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poetry, it's not just written.
it's the tree's
bird's and the bee's.
poetry is the whispering wind
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