You and the next person you're talking to while they never listen.

These are the signs; here's my petition when your cheers are looked at as competition.

This same song is on repetition.

To this person, what is your mission?

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Depression Departs.
A smile stands.
How do we balance them apart?

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My eyes are closed;
now you can enter

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"How Do I Say It's Them Without Saying It's Them" Poem by @WordsByFAR

Before today, power plays peace on both sides, while one gets snake with war rattling. 

Division made one race into color, or calling someone out their name, while the pieces of anger are scattering. 

Who's the blame, after the innocent got hurt?

The public apology later from the owners of so-called land, the last name, or today's corporation?

The redistribution of wealth hidden in quarterly presentations?

That went over some, like a rock that was thrown with a hidden hand.

That feeling in your gut knowing that they did it, man!

How do I say is them without saying it's them?

See who twist your words of today, and destroyed the native languages of yesterday?

But that was yesterday; another thing they will say to us today.

I didn't say that!

I didn't say that!

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"Today is Another Day" Poem by @WordsByFAR

What are you contributing to this society?

While people want to point the blame with their expectations; instead of them preparing towards their expectations.

Through my hard work, I become a hatter of being a highly skill taxpayer. 

I feel like I'm bring reprimanded for having no dependents, but I'm minding my poetic business. 

Can I get a witness?

Let your fingers snap if you heard this from someone else, or you going through this yourself.

I hear Uncle Sam saying, you got to pay the price nephew; something that my accountant will say.

Today is another day.

Remember, today is another day. 

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"Last Year of Touching The Dollar Bill?" Poem by @WordsByFAR (Inspired by suggestion reading: Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill)

Study the richness of ideas in 13 steps, which I called... the making money dance.

Millions of books sold climbing on Napoleon's Hill; still trying to advance.

Let's bring it back like banking holidays to wondering if cash is still real?

In today's news, we are almost at the point of not touching a dollar bill, like pointing our mobile phones at the cashier.

It was written in 1937, but this is now; wondering if this is the last year.

Wondering if this is the last year.

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Energizes merging for a common cause.

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"Growing Through Stages of Matter" Poem by @ WordsByFAR

Thoughts move vibrationally fast or slow.

Manifested molecules marinating like good barbeque.  

Our actions are define by our goals, or the air circulating in other's balloon. 

We consume the minds of others until we fully think on our own.

What makes the sound of truth?

How you feel after listening to it?

Do you feel at peace or annoyed like scratching a chalkboard?

What do you live for?  

Why do we go to school for?

To learn pass our parent's capacity, then we grow into confident young adults being told, you have the audacity?

The audacity for what?

We respectfully disagree while we bump our heads.

We shake it off and get back up again.

We shake if off and get back up again.

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"Reflecting On The Journey" Poem by @WordsByFAR

People try to sell you who they are, but being you doesn't need selling.

The dark comes to the light when the sun rises.

The growth of maturity is inches away of apologizing.

The ego hides in confidence, while learning your dominance.

The mirror versus you is the hidden journey we've all been through.

Destiny comes with the messenger that gods sends you.

Resilience comes in whatever temperature you've been through.

The ebb and flows of moments brought you to this moment.

Life embraces what you stared in the face.

Remember, how you got here in the first place.

How you got here in the first place.

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"Numb November" Poem by @WordsByFAR

November is the month of Thanksgiving and unsolicited voting counts. 
New trends on social media, being the pull out king in this No Nut November.
The sun rotates 21 degrees into Scorpio and 8 degrees into Sagittarius, while the Aquarian Age keeps burying us with new information.
Before the plantations and Plymouth Rock, everyday was thankful.
Every Veteran's Day, I appreciate the soldiers that protect our imaginary borders founded by trading companies and cultivated by Prisoners of War.  
Also known as runaways from their homes. 
Some ancestors woke up to an American Dream while watching Peter Pan. 
We are a young nation waking up to new dedication.
Being born in the 9th month in November. 
Yeah I said it. 
This is amateur's historian define the meaning of a Latin prefix.
There is nothing Latin about this X.
We are more than a language and a continent.
We are more than a language and a continent. 
Until Next November. 

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