Sole-Phresh Advice

Stop living in your own secluded little box, expand your influences and learn to take what you learn and or experience to better yourself and teach others

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Wrath

Perhaps the people have caged their souls
And live behind stones
So that all is darkness.
And they would cover the word justice with cloth
As though it were a window
That lets in too much light.
And they would cloak the land too
If we slept any longer in our cave.
And how would we feel when we awoke
And found ourselves burried?
Would there be enough storm inside of us
To bleach the hidden wasteland?
And would that be justice?
Would our wrath be innocent and resonant?
Or guilty and suppressed?
Perhaps the people cover their hearts with stone
For a lifetime,
And feel nothing of injustice
Until the final days.

Whose wrath do you fear?

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Concrete Invisible Tears

I have a million things to say, but if I say them I will cry.
If I write them , they will become concrete, and real.
If I think about them , I feel knots in my stomach.
If you try to help you’ll just be one more person to know my secrets.
I choose to hold theses secrets to myself, just me. Alone
Always alone, with millions of words to say.
CRY CONCRETE FEEL, KNOTS TO KNOW MY SECRETS . CHOOSE TO HOLD THEM.

Unfortunately - I will not make my tears visible to be set into concrete..


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Evil's Treasure

Listen in & settle down,
Unearth the thoughts that make you frown
Effortless sub-consciousness let these inspirations ease by,
They soon convert to reality, no query, no why
Bad rules out good in the battle to attain,
The power of thought, the body, and brain
Evil is fulfilled with what it hath stole,
Holding the earth to torture it’s soul
Everything that Glitters aint gold

Beware of Evil's Treasure


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Envy

The conflict between East and West
Lives, like a dream,
In all that is desired,
But now lost,
Or will be lost;
In the fever of our times;
The high pitch of luxury and despair;
The high tremor that runs through
Blasing the olive groves at the root;
The earth-shattering wall that divides heart from land;
But is for land and its exasperated potential;
Is for sky-scrapers and dark machinery.
It is all for dreams unmerciful and penetrating
That seek to claim, seek to claim,
The beauty of another people and their place
The conflict between East and West
Rises and sets for a fearful eternity
And what is between might be life,
Or something else inside of us
Asking for freedom

Those chained and suffering envy those who live freely


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