Two Face Existence

This poem is not about me or about you,

its about he who seek to defeat the weak upon his feet

beat of the drums 

Sheikh of the music losing control of his

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two face existence 

why am I alive God, why do I survive God, why do I stay alive God?

this is why

I deliver you a Poet

but, God writing is dead I know it son but, that's your sign make it as you will,

my name means

Beacon Hill

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so, I guess you will be my two face existence.

I don't need no resistance if I got you,

my two face existence

he will rhyme

I will take time, he will find creative writing

I will find my calling

while we both will keep on Fighting,

gliding, flying high like a pele in the sky

ceilings will break by my hands, he will climb,

I will keep shying, ghosting like a kite in the wind over the

Island

why am I alive

because this is why,

I have these thoughts bottled up inside

and this is a

Website

BeaconHillPoet.com

is my outlet when no one believes in me

where I can come to and think I'm gonna achieve

great things, when I'm down and out to spread creative

knowledge through my whatever I do, I wish I will prove to you,

you can trust in whatever I threw at my screen tonight

to show you I'm polite but,

I might go Insane not on this mic because,

I cant fight my vocal strings to go up my throat to come out

like a non apraxia.

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which sounds like a goat

greatest of all of a time

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but, my dyslexia is coming

through, what I write, what I rhyme

hope it helps this disability kind find why they're alive  why am I alive for you not to die,

I will take all the pain all the shame if you survive the flame

the wild Fire will threaten your life like mine but,

if I'm alive you will not be deny'ed

keep my Poemsongs adrift and you will find why your alive and

keep surviving this gift,

I talk about is not a childish Lie,

everyone has talents especially when you have disabilities

you just need to find your poem, music is alive

and it will play a mystery cord that you can only hear

when you believe, you are alike the talents from the past,

you just need to find your last

why

the Question of life.

Why your alive?