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street/urban notes

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flowing: I, the nowhere man,

have wandered through somewhere lands.

Seen unknown, beautiful people,

spoken the unspoken—

the blocked text of empathy.

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It never ends—

the easy excuse of never beginning,

where wrong lives on

as society blends,

quietly approving its end.

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Was was never when.

The future forgotten, was became then.

Tomorrow erased—

was became the bitter end.

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Your reward—with a simple prayer? Or an excuse to remain blind while others suffer? Nay, say not that God rules when you are unable to declare the falsities and the harm being committed in your name.

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No false tale can crown a coward a hero. A sinner cannot buy the robe of a prophet. Though both have brought the innocent to death, the braggart is still allowed to play.

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Speak to the wind, speak with her—no word wasted; she listens. Praise her quiet, controlled temper, and behold the array. Neither warm nor cold, only the deepening thought of a peace-filled day.

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She saw the world as she saw life—bizarre colors with tones of life. Her weaving of the day, a guide; an acceptance of every whisper made. Temptation that guides, a whisper with a smile.

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The new terminology, where human lives are interpreted into currency, cost, and financial loss. Welcome to the world of capitalism!

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We never own one another. We appreciate the togetherness, adore the words spoken, and accept our shortcomings. No—we never own; we accept the beauty of equality.

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A poet knows the wealth of a beautiful woman, her smile, eyes, and joy filled moments of laughter!

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When a beautiful lady appears and smiles, my spirit sails. The earth becomes mine, and I dance within myself. Life has begun again.

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When a storm is pending, seek your hidden self. Once found, you may rise and become the storm itself.

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My mind sails in quiet, unstained moments. Present and past words return with the smile you gave. We were younger, but in that moment our youth became eternity.

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Now can never be then, though her illusion still returns. A slow and intense longing returns, which I greet with a smile. Then is now present, and I am in exile—dream, dreams, dreaming.

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Shades of blue.

Sky thick with cloud and gray,

swollen, ready to burst.

A shower coming—or a storm rehearsed?

We never know until the instant

nature explodes.

Only the waiting,

the question without a name.

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Casual thoughts roam as the sun stills, the day giving way.

Shadows wander, gathering sunlit places—time to rest the warmth-filled rays.

In quiet awe, I gather my dreams, the ones shaped today.

Peace settles in, life begins anew, and I savor the moment—

celebrating the thoughts gathered this day.

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Where appreciation lives, satisfaction exists—a need too often forgotten today. When appreciation is shared with others, it becomes feminist.

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