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Unspoken Spoken Words by SpeciàlK






I don’t want to leave.
I didn’t want to leave.


That time,
This time.


So I listened to the gift given, a heart.
I have to go.


I learned from Tabitha about the definition of a weed.
More than a herb of high vibrations,
More than a bloom amongst concrete,
“A wild plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants.”
Surrounded around artificial grass and elements of natural resources gifted to us.




Am I a weed?
—Cryingly—
No, you’re not. 


Am I too wild?
—Cryingly—
Perfectly imperfect, imperfectly perfect.


Am I not wanted?
—Cryingly—
You’re wanted and needed beyond what you never imagined or envisioned.




I am not Badu,
Mama Gun of the Orange Moon.


I am not competing.
I am me.


Always been.
Unknowingly, 
Knowingly, 
Never pretending to be what is already existing.


A beautiful reflection of blended elements.
An advocate of sun.
A reflection of mud.
A blooming of a Tungsten titanium.
A Sunflower.


You don’t believe?
That’s the beauty of the eyes of I.
Because it’s what eye see that you can’t see in eye.
No malfunctioning pleasel


Cryingly I must go.
Exploring,
Receiving enlightenment.
Returning of rich risings.
Real is ready to bel 
Freedom is present and no longer has to seek.


The hills have cried its darkest cries.
The water drowns the downs of towns.
No blinks, texts, links, listen, servings of fruit, veggies, healing frequencies.
Just noise,
Sadness,
Masked depression,
And friendships,
Clique,
Outcasted, 
Black bull tampered.


Sad unreal noise.
Unwanted.
Unloved. 
To which?


The boundary with love.
Giving little.
A lot from eye.


The boundary with unconditional lovel
Giving little, 
Yet too much.


Tis your responsibility to see and be,
In your form.


I don’t want to leave.
I didn’t want to leave.


That time,
This time.


So I listened to the gift given, a heart.
I have to go.
Back in divine time.