Deterring your judgment of your own shortcomings

without suspicion of first looking at what you yourself have become.

Causing a camouflaged plague of deception out to destroy the inspiration of your surroundings.

If you could only see yourself through the eyes of others,

your judgment of people would be a self-evaluation first!

Which would breakdown the delusional barriers that block your own judgment.

When this realization happens to shock your presence,

you will then understand the essence of your own reflection.

By seeing your true-self, you won’t be so quick to judge someone else!

Marcus DuBois Turner, 06′

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more than anything

i’m here for you

no matter what

i’m crying

who am i beating up today?

wanna hang?

yes, i will never back out

i need to talk to you

i’m all ears baybee

i’m scared

i’ll comfort you

i need a hug

i’ll never let go

remember when, i always will

why are you crying?

cause you made me laugh

nobodys cares; i doo!

do you promise? pinky promise

i can’t live without you

you’ll never be without me;

bestfriends:nahh sistaz..

you have been here, through everything,

& you never left my side

i call you when everything goes wrong,

your here no matter what,

now thats one true friend..

     dedicated to my inspiration, Aleashia Nabb<3 Ily!!

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(From when optimism shined, and felt no need for second sight);

And contain it in the formula, that I’m preparing now,

I can climb the trees in modern woods, and never break a bough.

Should I snatch a scrap of Paris, clasping firmly with my grip

(So the fancy streets and shining lights would validate the trip);

And include that with more images collated in this art,

Then the collage of experiences needs no counterpart.

When I borrow just a tune from one musician’s repertoire

(Such that self-expression of another touches my radar);

And it’s added to the inspirations daydreams might compile,

I can move on, with a melody to motivate my smile.

I might revel in a chapter of the nicest story told

(Where the narrative has reached its peak, and calls for semibold);

And incorporate that into memories, gathered up, to date.

Its invigorating influence might prompt what I’ll create.

If I use a pinch of this, a dab of that, and shape the clay,

(I’ll unite my favourites into what I’m mixing up today).

Such a cocktail of connections would mean I’d be nine tenths there.

But that ten percent is vital; since it’s: knowing that you’d care.

Und du hörst das Wort ich sage; aber du verstehst mir nicht.

Ob in English oder Deutsch, ich doch vertraue mein Gedicht.

Gehst du Osten, Westen, Norden, Süden (Flugzeug oder Floss),

Wirdst du finden was du suchst, wenn du besuchst an meinem Schloss?††

Translations:

† Collective in the Castle

††And you hear the word I say, but you don’t understand me.

Whether in English or German, I still believe my poem.

If you go East, West North or South (by plane or raft),

Will you find what you’re seeking, if you visit my castle?

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