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Drama, trauma, toxic, delirious
As though moving a checker to another square
My life perception is in despair
A great book read twice
Aristocat in Paradise
A masquerade to escape my life
I brought a knife to end my life
Life is a mirage you live everyday
you only die once
So live day to day
Re written
You have to understand that people will leave your life. You can’t fall apart every time it happens.
Please check out my other poems like comment love. The Love Flower, Zodiac, El Nopal, Trinity Scroll, Owl to Serpent, Current, Goddess Guadalupe Pillow, Etc.
A person with powers like mine never dies.
Ambiguous and open to interpretation, colorful and vibrant.
People are insecure, and their identities are in flux.
My poise and attitude increases the fear.
Never obsessed with the obsessive quality of peoples interest.
The ultimate social evil is boredom, which I AM not
Influence of people sense of self in this manner is insidious and profound.
With the gift to turn the base matters of words into gold.
Similar to the gift of the Philosopher’s Stone.
I AM an Alchemist please don't throw
Rocks at my Throne!
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Inspired by The Alchemist!
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
Tupac Shakur
Honor thy mother, Serve thy brother  
I see The Angel in me
Jaded by the World ,40 years, 40 nights
At War with the flesh , A Prince, A Knight
I Am Michael & Hail! Christ is King!
May The Holy Spirit be with Yeeeeee!
Please check out my other poems, The Love Flower, Zodiac, Trinity Scroll, Pillow, Current, The Goddess Guadalupe, ETC.
Michael EL Nopal grew from a Baron land
The defending himself with thorns
Thirsty For water to drink
Somehow he produce pitayas to eat
Knowing that they would judge the Nopal
By the lack of fruits He bare
He was still proud, they was rare.  
Ripe with dimples, smiling with a dare
Even through pain, still willing to share  
A thorn to the heart as I stare, life is a mirage and he is no longer there.
I AM Michael El Nopal!
Inspired by my grandfather Alejandro Ramirez.
From the high desert looking down to the city
People in the material world I pity.
Looking from above it’s like an animal farm.
Sometimes I imagine strolling on down displaying my charm.
Aristocats, sipping fine wine, but I will not talk to them.
I will not cast my pearls into the swine.
Oh yea **** your fine wine.
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