Natural Born Poets Pablo Cipher_O Martinez

We were born in the wrong dimension 
all poets belong 
in the ensuing song of ascension 
beyond right and wrong 
rightfully going beyond what most fear to mention 

all for the chance to be - chance to see 
a righteous reality 
as every reality is rightly and verily 
a manifestation 
inside of a vessel of creation fractal-ing freely

every vision we behold is a breaker of the mold 
nothing can hold us down 
I say in speeches of soothe-say 
to the sound of silence 
in dreams venturing upon screams into roars 

how we wanted to be more and we became more 
climbing ever higher across the wire
having something certainly uncanny an ability to rewire 
beings of passion and desire 
ink freeing seeing into a sinking into free thinking 

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Cipher
Pohms 
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18/20 

Author’s Note:
The other day I was watching the movie Juice with Tupac…
I remembered when it first came out…
Walking with a street gang of juvenile delinquents…
There were a few who wanted to be the leaders…
I remember one who was quoting the movie…
(At the time I didn’t know about the movie…)
He was really doing up the attitude…
Thinking back…
I know his father…
I wonder how much his father instructed 
the attitude and mannerisms…
The values…
What means the world to you…
Thinking how culture gets passed down…
How culture is a product the mind…
How my dad emphasized the importance 
of being a good person…
Above all things…
My dad was very much a free thinking 
breaker of social norms…
In school he had to wear his sisters 
hand me downs…
He painted her pink shoes to play basketball…
Later he would include colors in his wardrobe 
that are culturally associated with women…

He would wear whatever he wanted..:)
He had a truly eclectic style…
Thinking back…
I realize he left it for me to have freedom 
of thought…
He never said do this or do that…
He said most people you meet are people 
you do not want to emulate…
I think very early on I saw very deeply how 
everyone was playing a role…
Roles foreseen and predesigned…
I always had a thing for authenticity 
and finding the real of it…
I remember when I realized in junior high 
that I would have to go it alone…
When I left the gang…
To be myself…
Without the contamination of the masses…
It was a profound aloneness and sadness…
For a lot of my life…
But it was all for a purpose…
I acknowledge that I continued to walk 
in the steps of criminality at times…
For my own reasons…
But I did it by my lonely…
I did it for my own reasons...
I walked and walk the path of madness and genius…
The place where the lightning is…
Poet and magician of letters…
Who will knock you out in broad daylight if I see you..:)
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