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15 bodies laid in front of me,

and, all must be dreaming.

obtaining such innocence,

holding no power, but grasping onto Power. 

taking in all of the power. 

each has an idea that they must rule their own world.

they don't quite understand the authority aspect here, and to me, that is lovely.

they will learn the value of respect,

but they just want to run free,

play, even with me.

she latches onto me,  I say: "no baby, go and be free." 

she cried for me,

maybe even to me. 

this 18 month looks to the 26 month and sees just another, me. 

she sees me, 

I'm big you see,

Don't you worry -- you can be free 

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rannnnndddddoooo0

I can barely see. I can feel these bodies around me. I haven't heard from Digg in a while and it is confusing me. I hope everything is alright. I'm not too much going to Blog, as much as I was anyways, because I don't know how to. Oh, I can barely see because I'm dead on near blind. Lol. I don't have my glasses on, nor do I have my contacts in. So, I cannot see. I am trying to understand the idea about Love. Selfishness and Selfless Love. My iPhone broke about three months back, random .. yes. But, the reason being for that statement is because a fellow named Jedding shed so much light in my life. I wish I had his number. I am not on these social sites too much due to the fact that I am isolating myself from the World. For many, good .. reasons. I have yet to detatch myself compeletly from my inner friends/family because that is absurd .. although, a week apart will do me some justice, as my great friend explained to me about another being's FB Status. Anyways, that young fellow told me about Selfless Love. He told me about alot of things that I remember till this day. I may think about him four days out of the week with what my membrane remembers. I have came to the conclusion that my life is a Blessing. I have met so many amazing people. It is soooo, so hard to keep in contact with every single one of you, but you are all amazing. If I heard you, I adore and have always adorn the time/conversations that were held with you. I want to be a Writer .. for many reasons. My mind keeps creating these new ideas though. They then crash with my Reality and what I really want to pursue. Anyways, tonight I wrote .. something Legit. I've been cracking down on poems and ideas and little pieces here and there , but tonight .. I wrote a page of something. It may not even be for my book. My Poetic Figure. I miss you. You are so far in my Mind. & to you Bob, I am confused with you. Obligations. Created the Past. You all enjoy your night/morning. I am rambling. :)

The Last Post.

Good Morning all. This is my day. Thoughts to Jots.               

      9:12am | Stephen King said that in order to be a great writer you have to write, a lot. He stated to write about 6-8 hours a day. I am thinking in my head, how is that possible when I work 8 hours a day? I will write here, there, in my notebook when I’m everywhere. It is crazy to think that I want to pursue this life as a writer. I had to re-tune my mind that I am not doing this for money. I am not in this profession to become a millionaire. This then led me to the important things in this world that we should cherish, beyond the fabrication. I am doing this to create stories to share with the world, and to engage in some type of relation with the people in this world who choose to relate. 9:16am

                9:24 am | I am in the process of figuring out exactly what I want to do with these books. I have the first short story to predict the next three, followed by my book. Will it be a novel? I want to compose an Ode Book as well. A poem book. I want more after that. I want to complete the first short story, alongside the next three and the platform for my book by September 6^th 2014. I will also have a website and a few blogs. I want this. Mind you, in the meantime I will live life. J

                To write: genres. What are the different kinds that categorize each and every book? Romance? Science Fiction? ß I could murder that. 9:29 am

9:39 am | I was contemplating on what I can spend so much time writing about. I thought about it .. The perfect days (21days), the Good, Bad and The Truth. 9:39 am

11:05 am | We are going to re-route this. Nah, we will stay on topic. I got off of topic….. 11:06

11:58 am | You scream out loud trying to tell em that you don’t understand because they won’t allow another to enter em, ta process it. I see that you are hurting. Every part of you wants to scream that I don’t understand what you are going though. I don’t have to feel you, but I can have an ear for you. I had love all over me. You have love falling off of you … my brotha has a love like no other. I know you know that someone does understand .. reach out and let em touch you. I’m just rambling, but I’m just saying … I leave these enclosed spaces and enter this world about 8 times a day and I can only imagine the possibilities that one human can make, see, and take. We are lovely creatures, completely covered in Love. The light is the Truth. Oh yahhh, and as the beat dropped I felt like I had ta write about something DOPE;

Anthony Hamilton. I’m Cool. You know yall know how this song starts. “We can fill up on love” My mind wondered. 12:03 pm

12:06 pm |daddooo dododado-on “we were as one babe, for a moment in time.” 12:06

12:15 pm | I fucking despise Jo. Boe >

Hahaha HA and I just learned what “no pun intended” meant. JOKE

12:16 pm |

This way was that way in which I thought would be the correct way. Way way way, and ways. I am not in the mood for this LOL. What if I stayed around? What if everything you stated was a false statement to yourself, BUT you didn’t know .. What if this day job will suit me well. & in my realm, I am right. t r i gger. TAX FREE. winnn something. 12:21 pm

1:55 pm| Falsetto on the beat after the anticipation and letting your emotions goooo >



hae!

Exclusivity and Commitment.

and everything else in between.

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write

 I am going to attend a class today regarding how to publish your own book. I think this will be a great opportunity for me, especially since I will be in the process of self-publishing my book, alongside my Ode Book, and three short stories. Trust me, they will not all be done at once, yet they will all coincide with one another. The instructor is stated to be Sybil Smith, as she is the owner of The Ebook Publishers, Smith House Publishing Consultants, and if you ask me; I think this is a great class to grace my appearance with. Although I am more timid than ever, I can only hope the vibes are dope and that I gain a lot of information. I mean, we will receive an extensive resource packet to help assist us throughout this process. I’m excited. I will respond on here with my insight on the class if I am not too down in the dumps. I pray I make it to this class. Vale

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Body. Words. Rihanna. Half. Names. Love. Lust. Hate.

The beginner page. This will not make sense. It folds perfectly, into perfection; fluke. I will marry Malanda. & i miss you Bob.

*laugh out loud*

#bright #scared

ya mind drifts away. where is my middle man?

We had this idea of this Life. And somehow it has transitioned to a “bohemian, free based/minded writer with a sense of security w/o the hassle”. I mean, Bei knows man. That idea we dreamt of in the garage > but as Bei explained, with more depth. & we don't like explaining things. As Natalie stated; they explain it for us. *shrugs* And now there is a sense of direction and change. I tend to freak about a situation for abt ten min .. and then I return to the collective flow of Life. The freak out sessions return from time ta time, but they will eventually fade away ... We will all bump heads at some point. Lol, and it's like .. I have no idea how I became this person I am today. I guess I was looking for the one Truth in the world and I came to the conclusion that it is the soil we walk on. It is not the fabrication of this concrete, but the pure soil in the "Village". The Ants that follow you, or the birds that just fly with no complete destination, yet they adapt. The family-oriented kind of lifestyle. The trees. It’s true. It is Nature.

One pair of Pants. One pair of Shoes.

& you make sure to remind ha of her morals.