Ique martin Poems

Like a 4/4 beat, silence when I speak
Life in the streets, I can’t relate to the creep
A different life style, another profile
Neither 1 of us can reconcile
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A nebulous continuum, the continuity
Of emotion, floatin like a space time conundrum
The motion of the ocean, like the 4th dimension
Aversion, conversion, immersion in affection
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A saint or sinner, a halo or horns
Not the way you were born
The way ya goin, don’t get caught alone
In a foreign land wit no help at hand
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Like tryin to fit a square peg into a round hole
The whole Universe held within ya Soul
Knowin ya role in stability yet ya still patrol
The fluctuatin stroll lookin for a moment to hold
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