when was meets is.
when i was
what i was,
thought i was
that i was.
but it was only i
projecting
the shadow i reflected
while filtering
through schemas
and past experiences
while balancing with
my chemical imbalances
and predisposed disposition.
is this was
or
was this is
as who i was meant
or how i meant it was
to be, or will,
or has it all already
been decided?
can i still become
and go over?
08.27.09.
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 
let us pray
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Brilliant! Cheers J
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That a bit like psychosis.
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Brilliant 🙂
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Love This!
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Reblogged this on Gadah's blog.
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That’s a lot to consider. I really enjoy the way you make words flow and reflect ideas. Does it take a long time to write something like this?
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I don’t know, it depends, usually pieces don’t take me long to write as a lot of it initially is stream of consciousness. It’s the editing that takes a while as it take multiple readings for me to feel comfortable with sharing.
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Thanks for sharing that. In your last poen, the words reminded me of a stream. I could see your reflection as the stream flowed through a city, falling smoothly over granite and concrete. I wanted to know where it was going. Super writing.
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