A brain functions as an instrument.

The skull then houses the form it structures all that hosts all vessels.

Yet only the mind can be influenced and inspired by feelings.

Where all thought and memory collides all in one,

When that Id fights with Ego.

Thus a human being loved its own self to know,

What pain can make up in one’s own brain.


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The wind died

as my ego stormed in

that wooden door.

Why then that tequila

tasted a little sour,

when its lime turned into a lemon.

As I will head out,

my Id did not left,

only to whisper and shout

while waiting for a stubborn

burro to come into the scene.

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. . .

Samson was bald to begin,

yet a lock of hair

gave enough for

me to realize,
Why shave when my 5 pm can be 6 am.

Or does my chinny chin chin,

goatee make me look like Bacchus..

Or are we men that never loved anyone

but our ego.

but our smarts.

That we all have suppressed

that factor where we buckle,

under a love of narcissism

that will always be echoed

in my longing.

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The fact remains of any being,

and thereof anything in dormant,

and or unstable of instability of

what is and not,

could b3 in fact,

lif3 is not what it would,could or should

be never the same,

if the constant consistency of change is or maybe compromised,

by one entity.


then u know u r alive and well,

no matter what,

u will exist on

a mere fact.

Coz u thunk’d,

before even moving a muscle.