Nate Tulay

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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You live beyond your programming code, beyond the
desires of the average human, and that is why I cherish you.

Darling, you love, and you love, and you love, and so I love you.
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Those first 25 years that we love so much,
are neither sound or real, a prelude to our
forgotten lives, they haunt us, day and night —
And so all we do, is run and hide, run and hide
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Pretty woman, pretty woman, mother of eternal beauty, Godest of the African Mystic;
You molded me again, and left me forever youthful, forever grateful, forever indebted to love;
Forever dreaming, forever dreaming, forever looking, forever looking, for you, for you, starry lover;
Godest, Godest, Godest, of the Mystic, of the Mystic, of the Mystic, night--- dancing, dancing, dancing, flawlessly, flawlessly, with light--- Atem-woman, Eye-Tin Woman.
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Sin, think critically of sin, because if sin survives,
love is a caged dream that cannot flourish.
Sin, think critically of sin, because if sin loses,
love is a stable canvas full with potential.
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"This too shall pass,
this too shall pass
like a shooting star
running across
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Life isn't always fair
to a woman, and
to you, it wasn't
always fair or kind;
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There are scars above my heart
disguised as birthmarks that I
should have known were from you.
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My nappy hair Queen, magic of lost
Saint-Domingue, I don't know if I will
ever make love to a soul as sweet
as yours ever again, or truly repay
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The senses capture, and the mind processes,
and the delusions come into existence, day
after day, from one day to the next, but do not
forget me, an intelligent boy, broken, scarred,
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And so yes, my love,
she too died between the days she met him,
and the day he got reborn somewhere else!
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