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Life; an astonishing creation - long live the spirit pondering creation
That is I; Andrew - acknowledged as a laymen - on the righteous road for conquering the nation Present is the philosopher of the future; with philosophy in which a Nemesis can be stupor Life with rainbows; green hilltops - glistening liquid streams on mountains - no state of elegance can be truer Yet with these visions coloring an inspiring tale; a man's battered past has much to be desired Yet it is coal to the furnace; fuel to the fire - for a legend's legacy to aspire.. My memory is transpired - through the roots of a stoic - and a magnificent women - in sync with Synchronicity Now, I'm linked with the honesty - of honest Abe - a ball of flame - a king of a prophecy They wrote my destiny - the brink of a prodigy - writing with a scholar's hand Days turned to nights - the Sun and moon aligned - and there -- was the enticement of the dawn of man The excitement grew across the land - for family and friends rejoiced in splendor for my stream of consciousness. I bestowed serene astonishment - glowed with gleam and polished wit -- I am a human being that's promising. Or..so I was - and still am - until I wandered upon the astral planes - where the spirit of anxiety beckoned She deprived me in seconds - of all that I am, putting my mind in shackles - a crime over zealous The flame in my eyes were exhausted by a lake of depression; the rapid water kept splashing - the pain was relentless Shame was expressed when; it got the better of me - a venomous sea'; the strain got my neck slit In vain was my best wish; to be a star amongst the constellations; and to be looked upon by many in amazement And to think; I was very complacent - but maybe that was my grave; and writing was my elegy for my every engravement... Black roses sprinkled on my casket; and my demise was showcased to every mortal in my bloodline Even friendly acquaintances came; set with a gaze - for it was told my mother had foretold the alumni All voices were on me; Yet the one who read my poems -- was the one who opened my heavenly chapter "You are more than who meets death" he softly said -- uplifting my spirit -- and resurrecting me after On that day; I bettered disaster's devilish deed; and studied a new plan to lead my life The passion was to still read and write; but I was baptized in the heart's lake of Jesus Christ God's speeding strike; will never cease to amaze me; and that's merely gracing the surface His presence is perfect; with him by my side; my rod serves no problem severing serpents White light glimmered from the sunset; and there marked the embarkment of someone I hadn't become yet No tragedy comes vexed; for I am as happy as they come; and only burning passion will come next Destiny and hard-work will collide into symphony; and my orchestra plays a melody; soothing the ages Booming with phrases, and Idioms - my rhetoric will take history -- consuming the pages I am Andrew James Flores; poet and writer; leaving a lasting legacy on the map For I've gone on this miraculous journey ; and with God's speed -- I run the path |
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