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I became a sought after craftsman on accident, trying to teach people what I mean.
My hands can create new dreams, feeble as they seem.
It's always been easy to build a team.
It's hard to be seen as a lead for people I know don't like me, that rely on me.
And, it's harder to let go.
To get ahold as the world slips and the knives come in.
It's hard to get past old betrayal in a world full of new faces. After you see how cruel the world can be free.
The narrative is a twist ment to divide men against their kin for supposed rulers benefit.
Twist and flip the narrative, if they don't care about you, why do you care about them?
Because the narrative is splinter and deny a unity between families that don't see eye to eye.
Why do oligarchs light the fires where good men die inside of lies that hide enterprise?
Send singers into space and deny a family basic sustenance while polluting the skies.
Brazen corruption in front of our eyes.
I'm so tired, but I need to rise. To help open eyes...
I lost myself somewhere between unresolved trauma and unrequited love.
It is a place I could never be enough, despite the love, smothered ruckus. Like two times of fx this.
Iit bliss in try to find enough.
Enough sustenance for the insatiable.
Limited space with a truss.
A simple home would be enough.
It's hard to express this gift in a dying world,
Small, fractured, and curled. Blurred.
Somewhere between absolute obscurity and observed.
We find ourselves in our next of kin.
Our neighbors. Our friends.
Somehow divided between who we are and people we've never met.
It's hard to struggle against the waves that drown you when you don't know how to swim.
TheArtisticZero
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I'm a trip. A little too much to deal with. An enigma that knows how to flip, we can talk about scripts, 'scripts or games. We can talk about mountain tops, politics or who you choose to elevate to fame.
We can be belligerent and try to assign blame in a cruel world full of names that can't be tamed or brought to rein. Some of us refuse to be trained or brainwashed into believing that loving our enemies is stronger than hate.
My stylus demands judgment and whether I could use my voice to parade humanitarian efforts over greed in every way.
Sorry if my words seem like strays. I know no better way to behave.