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I am a fighter You can knock me down But I always get back up If you think you can knock me out Your out of luck Because I am a fighter. I don’t fight for me I fight for those whose minds are closed Through fear a simply just don’t know That there are…
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Dark hooded rider coursing across the plains On his black stallion nostrils flaring, Wide open eyes with a look insane, Racing the dark clouds sailing overhead Silhouetted on the horizon racing against time Racing death. A night of dark obsidian punctured by the light of the full moon Along a darkened forest now Declaring it’s…
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The light that’s in your heart resonates from your minds eye and actions, the positivity of being multiplies all that we see. If we lift up our hearts and minds if we encompass every bit of life, Then no matter how much we are assailed, we will always make it through we will never fail.…
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So my life of Job continues, beaten down every time I get back up. Test of faith and self belief? Or just down to loads of bad luck. As I believe in synchronicity bad luck may not apply, maybe this is just another lesson in my challenging life. Either way I got my health even…
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You linger in my thoughts and dreams and I can still feel your tender touches. I can still smell your scent around this place we used to call home. I can still feel my heart stop when I thought I heard your laugh, or hear your voice. There is nothing I do that doesn’t remind…
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Walls define your desire to divide Building bridges defines your desire to unite. Stop burning bridges And smash down the walls For how we act defines humanity all.
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Negated by society, and people who wish to oppress, I keep my faith and spirituality, while smiling and appearing always happy. But don’t be fooled by my smile as aquienscence, don’t think me easily compliant to your rules, for I have rights and I have dreams I won’t simply walk in sleep behind your flag…
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Cinnamon extract Tumeric powder Coconut milk A drop of honey Best cup of tea You could ever drink Feel the pain Start easing.
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The vagaries of life for those, who sleep in boxes and doorways define the spiral down in life and their restrictions to any rights. No address job, no job no address, the inequality by those who could care less that represent a rigid compassionless system an establishment built by the rich for those of wealth…
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Reclining beside a fireside nook thinking of my life and what is the truth. Comforted by the humble proof that their is nothing to fear but fear itself and that connecting to love is the ultimate wealth. Something money cannot buy, I feel energised even though I reside in my cosy nook pondering on life…
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