Black Poetry : Pressure and Time*

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  1. thepoetsean

    thepoetsean Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    A wise woman once said

    *love cannot grow in feilds of stone*

    but pressure and time proves her incorrect--
    this earth was once one--
    large chunk of--
    stone*

    pressure and time
    separated it

    boulders
    turn to
    rocks
    turn
    to pebbles
    turn to dirt--

    dirt...

    fertile earth for those who have
    pressure and time on their side...

    and in fertile earth--

    love
    floursihes.


    (nowgwanheadandmarinadeonthatforaminit)


    sean.
     
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    took my time to think

    AND!
    SHO YA RIGHT
    FLOW HEAD ON HEAH!!
     
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    Thepoetsean

    No marinationneededforme .... thank you baby bro'

    I make certain
    not to let my own intellect
    escape my
    mental capabilities ...

    I am familiar with this talk of *pressure & time
    ...that of which you speak...

    The fertile layer you refer to
    here is also known
    as the
    M e s o s p h e r e

    but the sum of the whole includes
    the Outer/Inner crust
    Lower/Upper mantle
    Oceanic & Continental too

    HARD CORE ~~
    bare - ly loose dirt
    to make fertile love
    to flourish...

    ... from my poem to your view...
    were the thoughts of a person who
    could not grow love...did not know love...
    would not show love *in fields of stone


    just breakin~it~down N2 ur Soooooouuuuuuulllll --
    baby bruh!! :wink:

    :heart:
     
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