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A Mind of A Genius


I have some knowledge for you, so try to listen closely.

My wealth is my knowledge like the wisdom of my pride is my image.

Knowledge is precious, so keep it close to your heart like a weapon.

Your voice is powerful so let it be heard,

like a parrot that has a vocabulary list of a thousand words.

 

Don't take the weather so lightly, because you got some real disaster in the

Amazon jungles that stirring up something that's wreath fighting.

Your name is your identity like a crisis that has no reason for exist.

So take that information and wrap it up like a present, and hope for Christmas.

If God is the reason for all exist, then what is the reason

for me to believe in time and space when it's equality.

So if my destiny can't have a wide variety of multiply choice decisions,

then there no possibly way I could have been born,

because God gave us the ability to decide what’s right and what’s wrong.

 

So what I can't wrap around my mind is that fact of why are we here.

If God made us smart enough to know that there is an answer, than what is the question.

If this is to be, than everything that we see and everything that we believe in couldn't be,

because the reason of having a question and answer to everything is only for God to see.

So we are wandering for an answer to a question that

we know is out there but we're not allowed to see.

 

So I already came to an conclusion that God is the question to everything and

the answer is everything that was made, but by knowing this that only us

Humans are the key to find what is be hide that door that we can't find or see.

So here is the real thing that is interesting is everyone thinks in or out side of the box,

but for me I think outside of a box that doesn't even exist, because

I went back before God made everything when there was nothing.

So I think outside of that nothingness that shouldn't exist, maybe I saw the real truth.

How about you, but this what I really think that maybe there isn't an answer and

that we have to grow smarter and smarter and more with technology so we

can make an answer are self’s in the end.

 

After I found the answer I felt empty and maybe was not supposed

to find the answer because then life will feel empty and meaningless.

We're meant to live on the fact of knowing that their something out there besides us.

Also God made us where we could think for are self’s,

so if we ever find the answers to are questions;

then we are going to all have are on opinions for are answers.

That's why we argue because we're meant to lead not follow.

Just think why would there be something so forbidden in the

Garden of Eden with two humans who are going to be curious about this forbidden fruit.

 

Plus when God said to not to touch it, what is the first thing we're going to try to do.

Where going to try and get that forbidden fruit because we are curious humans and that how we're made.

I also find something else out while I was in school that life is real simply.

Life is like getting a new sparrow book and writing something in the middle somewhere,

and then close your book and I bet you won't find it on the first couple of times.

That's life, it's hard to find and keep track of.

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Mafi Grey

I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet

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Mafi Grey
Well let me first say that, I do post a lot of comments on other people's work. I take comments as inspiration and criticism, because I don't judge; I only love. I respect those who have a reason to say what no one else’s will, because if I was that child in the corner who was being bullied; I would want that voice to be my protection. If I was that man on the street asking for change, I would sweep him up and hold him; because knowing that he needs that money, all he really wants is that support to hold him. Yet, I have made just simple examples, as why I write those words of steel? I'm just a man, who fears the harm of others. Like my famous words, hear me roar, hear me devour, yet please don't listen to the echo of cries, that come from my shower. Yet it it reaches to a point of sound, that continuously becomes louder. Just a fraction of the pie, that I didn't devour. I'm just a small fragile toy, yet when you wind me up, I make noise. Now listen to the echo of thousands, who shares my voice. I'm just a man who respects the atmosphere of a child, who just couldn't seem to reach.
Eunoia
<p>Also, Please comment on other people&#39;s work as well. It is how you get comments, if you say something nice you get nice in return.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Also, I really want to give some suggestions but you seem to be blocking me by saying you want inspiration. I am a poet who wants a mixture of both, compliments with a mix of criticism so I can improve. I want to always write better, but I can&#39;t unless I ask for it.</p><p>since you seem to want to write more, I might think you want to get better....</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>so please,&nbsp; be open with accepting critiques</p><p>Also, you seem to have lots of inspiration already cause post so much.</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
Eunoia
<p>&nbsp;Knowledge is precious,<br />so keep it close to your heart like a weapon</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>That right there, WOW!</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>I see it, you cluth a weapon to protect you</p><p>but you fear it when it use against you</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>It is also like money too</p><p>but it crumbles people.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
Mafi Grey
Please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when i have an audience behind me. Thanks
Mafi Grey
Creativity was something meant to pass the time.

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