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"A Poem 4 He"


2 the rose that grew from concrete, who stems
unique ideas from his mind’s limitless depth.
Pac penned psalms /w urban flava’
amongst societies’ insane brink.
Can any truly denounce u were an inner-city guru?
Certainly the love of ure work will b a river that will flow forever.
~God Bless the Dead Tupac Shakur~
(June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996)
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“A Preamble” By Alibi Sworn-- I lay here mentally far from rest since my over-active imagination, once again, began to infest. Still, I cannot stay- moving to and fro with wave-like turns from night to day. Ideas upon ideas race to ignite the spark of creativity that will highly burn, but never die down or slow down. I combine my arm to pen, the bridge to my dreams that will visually and verbally manifest like all the rest. Though my mind's eye prevents me from seeing the world completely dreary, again, there is little to no sleep for the weary. ~~ Website: http://nirvana-realm.webs.com/

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