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One in a million

 The temptress... She is always dressed in red, Pale skin, juicy leaps, fine breasts That kind that they call le famme fatale, Woman worth to die for, I'd say many have fallen Few remain And her venom is like of a black widow spider Deadly and numbing, such is her love _____________________________________________________ Help me earn a living helping you earn a living as a poet/poetess buy a subscription or join the FREE discord: https://whop.com/prockstem/

Oceans of information

 Leonard Cohen said "If you don't realize you are the ocean, you won't ever stop being seasick". I say it is the same with the information. If you won't ever realize you are the library You won't ever write any books. _________________________________________________________ Help me earn a living helping you earn a living as a poet/poetess buy a subscription or join the FREE discord: https://whop.com/prockstem/

Conversation about nothing

 -Hello! How is life going? -Alright. It is going... How is yours? -Mine? Well, it is going steadily... I guess nowhere. -Well at least it IS going. Conversation about mundane Nothing said much, nothing done People streamline consciousness just for fun. _________________________________________________ Help me earn a living helping you earn a living as a poet/poetess buy a subscription or join the FREE discord: https://whop.com/prockstem/

The day that will equalize us all

 Sunny day in the mid of July The people are laughing and dancing The tribe is enchanted by birth of chief's grandson They waited for this day for nine months, And now it is here, everything and everyone, The culmination moment unfolds There must be a feast There must be more than just the birth of a son No. It's all a sham. Birth of a baby, that's all, we are done. People make of it something, but truth is it is as much as a miracle As rising of the sun. _______________________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/

Are you strong enough to endure the pain?

 The pain of the past... It lurks in darkness and copulates with fear They breed children called nightmares And they are true children of the Devil They hunt you till the moment you grow stronger Till the moment you become Achilles, Hercules, Apollo... And then they are gone You face them finally and see how little they are You slay the fear and castrate the pain, No longer they are your masters You are the chosen one, like many before you, You are on top, and now the story just begins, And there is nobody who'll dare to stop The magnificence you are _____________________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/

The quest for riches

 The endless search for more Mentors are not here to abhor They are here to make sure you dive And find what you seek Before you learn to speak They way that gets you the buck Buckle up and smash a crack In wall of consciousness that eventually will let you go _______________________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/

Your quest is my quest

 Let it begin, The dance without sin We all just shattered pieces of this universe We belong nowhere else but on this very earth People try to hide and seek However if you are gentle there is no reason To be silent, so speak, dare to speak! ____________________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/

The grining stalker

 She was afraid to follow him She was a witch with plenty whim He was a doctor and a student of the arts His grimace was beloved by her and many more She left the forest at the dawn And followed footsteps never shown Her light feet carried her away after him into the bay When he reached the boat She stepped into the mud Without knowing it they parted Their lives again restarted ______________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/

The day is not over yet

 The time is ticking The water trickles down the drain I wonder, how many men have gone insane Truing to do wonders, trying to reach for fame? Ability of not returning back Is the only in the stack That allows us to fly Without wings in dreams up high _________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/

I don't need what I don't need

Times have changed, People still buy things they don't need though I won't be like that There is always a higher goal A higher state It's not just to manifest... It's also about to pass down the process __________________________________________________ Learn to earn money with your poems: https://whop.com/prockstem/