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9/30/2014

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As for right now
Play this game with no shame.
Your first step into being a man,
With good game
Searching for blood,
A wicked name.
For he lives in vain
The dreams of reality too large to maintain
He settles for the mundane.
There is a world so strange
A poetic lyric so familiar
That you might enter it if you write it in
Not waste away behind the screen.


What does it mean to have an imagination?
If it goes unused then what was the point
To harbour creativity in such a vessel
That wastes it blindly on sensory pleasures.

Create more think less
That is the method to success.
So much of us is trapped inside
Our mind more or less.

So if you can jive
Then you can roll.
Got the hang of it?
Let's see some more.

Emanuel Caparelli

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