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What Am I And What Do I Do?


RESPECT is the number one then the rest of it shall come. Only the sum of everything here shall reappear over again when we have a relationship that’s of the healthy category. Not from a factory but from inside. With no bad pride we climb from the ground up.

TRUST builds as we see face to face even if our ideas don’t relate. Distances can be as far as an African crate but I know it doesn’t live with hate. Plate after plate in the feast the never ends from a wife, child or friends. Blending in from left and right please see the knits leaving stains from every step on the floor we eat on.

BOUNDRIES get set from the respect that we met. Being from the number one these clouds that we can’t roam past will assure the tendencies prolong the result. It’s never folding the hand of reverence towards the thing that holds all these aspects together.

HONESTY needed like the body begging to sit because the knees pleaded. It’s weeded out of trust then things start coming out from layers deeper than the crust. Getting further and further what can be said but, “aw shucks!”

LOYALTY is sung about throughout the world, adults to little boys and girls. Recycling through generations like a whirl. Staying within the boundaries give you the biggest wind like it was all for the win. Walk around in the walls of this freedom you have like you were the only staff.

SEE NO COLOR like I was blinded from the light spectrum. I walk away with feelings of ‘em seeing them as a gem from the fathomless earth.

SEE NOTHING BUT THE BEING IN FRONT OF YOU. The clues are from where we don’t usually look like reading the line between lines in a dusty book. Shook off the particles of dust made up of many things like this very poem.

THINK NO AGE whether in life’s first or last page. I can’t rage because this is the very message enlightened leaders think and speak into the Universe. They rehearse the ways of knowing this substance that lives everywhere we think it’s not.

Speak of what in these lines of art? I speak of something universal that even doesn’t stop at humans. A four letter word that is endless in all aspects:

L.O.V.E.

Love

Opens

Vortexes

Everywhere

A healthy relationship has all these and more.

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