Poetry in it's infinitive nature, will
find it's way, someday into hearts
of gold, eyes will see, yet still
scribed, placed in a bottle, departs
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Ever wonder, where is Heaven to-day,
Will Christ's angels come, to teach en inspire,
helpin' thee to do kind things- each en every day,
Will he bring all hope, look like thine folks thee admire
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First I must honor God
Second honor his name
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Entering any faviorate mall,
A row of seats you wence recall
mega signs displayed everywhere
You can't help to stop an stare
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It may only be virtuality, but to me,
when I pick-up where I left off...
from that poem journal you sent,
Why; My dreamy eyes see yours...
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Long time in her depression ~ morning
dear ~ dig deep-down, play from your heart
Mom's words, expression ~ recalling
she suppressed a burning desire, too start
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I've learned... That money doesn't buy class
get to the end of it, faster it will pass
working efficently, ya earn what is relevant
good behavior, formal dressed... is elegant
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Within this poem are 3 psychological
tactics which have power
misunderstanding psychology
which result in, simply didn't work
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I was once well off, our Planet in it's prime,
activity was bustling, tourism, immigration,
our way of life was fit for Kings, Queens all that time,
We had family, schools, churches, United Nations,
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See a moment in life when time passed, I say
like a new pearl added too, upon a string of others,
transends, crystalizing into your present,
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