I am a Spiritual Writer who has seen and been through the darkness, and have come to understand God even more from it. I have made good out of bad, one of the hardest things to do in life. I am 24 years old and own and operate 4 blogs and two websites. I have been writing online since age 13, and I am well-versed in many topics. My passion in each subject and attention to details has caught the eyes of many, my dedication and perseverance are two of my strongest abilities. Although not far behind my level of intellectual ability which has created quite a 'quake' in the atmosphere. I am crafty and enthusiastic, witty and sarcastic in real-life. I use my charisma and other abilities to help ... more »
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Dan Gregory Poems
Reflection of Intuition
It's a reflection of intuition, your paranoia of me I can truly see, what you don't see, This mind shines light, what I truly wanna be I can feel for your suffering, but you can't feel mine
A Test to See If I'm Still Paying Attent...
I see among things, and people, and see that brick walls have hit people, or that people have hit brick walls. But do people hit brick walls, or do brick walls hit people? No, brick walls do not hit people, things do not hit people. Things don't move around us, or at us
No longer do I see the Glory, in what I am writing now. A Poem? What the hell is the point? Nevertheless, I am creating new Elements, replacing the Old I am a new Creation, never Weakened by my Role
Amazing how people can be blinded from the truth for so long because the truth always hides behind a few walls A few names, a few stickers, posted on the refridgerator The truth, you all assumed you knew, but you didn't
τ h ε Arms restraining the people they appear to be Giants The lack of consideration causes the people to draw their blades & slice the restraining Arms away...
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Reflection of Intuition
It's a reflection of intuition, your paranoia of me
I can truly see, what you don't see,
This mind shines light, what I truly wanna be
I can feel for your suffering, but you can't feel mine
I'm exclusive and entirely in my prime,
I'm unknown to you, but I own EVERY dime,
I know your thoughts, but you don't know mine,
The dark side clouds every thing, so be mine,
I am the King, the God and I hit it every single time
A perfect note, reflection of my sign,
Get ready cus I'm arma GedDan going into overDRIVE
Reflection of Intuition, Rhyming right to the Prize.