Dear: Marty Ulbrich    So far away from everyday thought while existing in everyday life... I can only imagine your fight to maintain a productive life being overwhelmed with knowledge meant for the subconscious… To the average employee its just nonsense “hell I’m surviving out here on my own” excuse manifesting brick walls between their potentials, and their hesitations gather mass until they are now unreachable…Creative job working like a slave still processing your mentals, you amaze me. Crazy… hell, that’s what pays me, so streak across the middle of every major street in LA if that is the only way that you can find to say you are awake…The solutions are fake, so chizzle the perfect key that your experience taught you to make, and open this door for us both…Marty you are beyond an angel, because you have no commitment to god. You are good by choice, brushing off perspective you have lived a thousand lives…Show me the coward that denies passion… How could one honestly reply to all that has happened leading us all to this point again, and again and again? And every moment you remained a true friend, I will defend you till the end of my existence…stay persistent…it will all come together.    I promise…    -Omar Hralima- Aka Odotcom Aka TALENT

Dear: Marty Ulbrich

So far away from everyday thought while existing in everyday life... I can only imagine your fight to maintain a productive life being overwhelmed with knowledge meant for the subconscious… To the average employee its just nonsense “hell I’m surviving out here on my own” excuse manifesting brick walls between their potentials, and their hesitations gather mass until they are now unreachable…Creative job working like a slave still processing your mentals, you amaze me. Crazy… hell, that’s what pays me, so streak across the middle of every major street in LA if that is the only way that you can find to say you are awake…The solutions are fake, so chizzle the perfect key that your experience taught you to make, and open this door for us both…Marty you are beyond an angel, because you have no commitment to god. You are good by choice, brushing off perspective you have lived a thousand lives…Show me the coward that denies passion… How could one honestly reply to all that has happened leading us all to this point again, and again and again? And every moment you remained a true friend, I will defend you till the end of my existence…stay persistent…it will all come together.

I promise…

-Omar Hralima- Aka Odotcom Aka TALENT

   
  
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     Threw me in jail,    Threw me in hell,    A couple mental wards,    My heart would not fail,    Still here,    Telling my tail,    Taking one more step towards the Holy Grail.

Threw me in jail,

Threw me in hell,

A couple mental wards,

My heart would not fail,

Still here,

Telling my tail,

Taking one more step towards the Holy Grail.

      As the birds fly-a wizard arrives, Fallen branches echo by his stride, not trying to hide, He is a prophet of his own life.    He has become wise, By living many lives, Each and every time, he enjoys the ride!!!    The people are his drive, Embracing, Listening, Supporting those who chose to fight the good fight.    ONE LOVE_ONE LIFE

As the birds fly-a wizard arrives,
Fallen branches echo by his stride,
not trying to hide,
He is a prophet of his own life.

He has become wise,
By living many lives,
Each and every time,
he enjoys the ride!!!

The people are his drive,
Embracing,
Listening,
Supporting those who chose to fight the good fight.

ONE LOVE_ONE LIFE

        Hippies-Gangsters-evolutionary-Creative revolutionaries,    Recharging minds-Changing history.    Under dogs Time to shine;    Find your own rhyme.    Bastard’s time,    Redeeming all that is righteous and kind.    Together on this sacred earth searching for our place;    Fighting,    Achieving a peaceful state.    Relating-Celebrating    We will make it through the gate,    Love for this warrior’s earthquake.

Hippies-Gangsters-evolutionary-Creative revolutionaries,

Recharging minds-Changing history.

Under dogs Time to shine;

Find your own rhyme.

Bastard’s time,

Redeeming all that is righteous and kind.

Together on this sacred earth searching for our place;

Fighting,

Achieving a peaceful state.

Relating-Celebrating

We will make it through the gate,

Love for this warrior’s earthquake.

   My dearest Marty,      How long and hard and beautiful has this journey of yours been. I watch you from so far away and am amazed how you have become, you were already beautiful to Begin with. Your poetry, as I have always thought is written between the mix of blood, sweat ink and tears. Punctuated by love and truth. That is real poetry. I feel honored to be part of this collection of words that tell the story of your soul, to be immortalized and mused by your heart and mind, its probably one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever received. I am so proud of you, of the choices you have made, of the words you write and the enlightenment you desire, so few are the souls that make their way on this scary road and there you are not changing direction. Keep on, keep strong warrior child, don't fear the monsters and bandits that scatter that road the wizard has tricks up his sleeve no one knows about. The magic you harness is true and pure and stronger then their words or weapons. Keep on, keep strong and maybe.... just maybe ill hear you read me your poems and magic spells.      all my love from FLORENCE, ROMINA

My dearest Marty,

How long and hard and beautiful has this journey of yours been. I watch you from so far away and am amazed how you have become, you were already beautiful to Begin with. Your poetry, as I have always thought is written between the mix of blood, sweat ink and tears. Punctuated by love and truth. That is real poetry. I feel honored to be part of this collection of words that tell the story of your soul, to be immortalized and mused by your heart and mind, its probably one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever received. I am so proud of you, of the choices you have made, of the words you write and the enlightenment you desire, so few are the souls that make their way on this scary road and there you are not changing direction. Keep on, keep strong warrior child, don't fear the monsters and bandits that scatter that road the wizard has tricks up his sleeve no one knows about. The magic you harness is true and pure and stronger then their words or weapons. Keep on, keep strong and maybe.... just maybe ill hear you read me your poems and magic spells.

all my love from FLORENCE, ROMINA

 To the divine goddess Romina  You mended this ArchAngels wings so once again I could fly  Lifetimes since I have been able to fallow my own rhyme  Battle after battle, feather after feather  Ripped slowly away from me.  You collected them all, Kept them safe from evils deceit  Until it was finally time to regain my feet  Destiny allowed us to meat  Florence Italy was the place to be on a trip releasing my spirit to be free  It was your voice that traveled across oceans through the great seas  To the city of lost Angeles from a jazz club on the smallest of streets...

To the divine goddess Romina

You mended this ArchAngels wings so once again I could fly

Lifetimes since I have been able to fallow my own rhyme

Battle after battle, feather after feather

Ripped slowly away from me.

You collected them all, Kept them safe from evils deceit

Until it was finally time to regain my feet

Destiny allowed us to meat

Florence Italy was the place to be on a trip releasing my spirit to be free

It was your voice that traveled across oceans through the great seas

To the city of lost Angeles from a jazz club on the smallest of streets...

    Look left,    Look right,    Do you see the 'suns' delight?      Look up,    Look down,    Do you hear the 'earths' sound?      Look in,    Look out,    Do you remember what the soul is about?      Look,    Look,    Please will you LOOK?

Look left,

Look right,

Do you see the 'suns' delight?

Look up,

Look down,

Do you hear the 'earths' sound?

Look in,

Look out,

Do you remember what the soul is about?

Look,

Look,

Please will you LOOK?

  Since I have left the womb    I have longed for your embrace Loving words    threw time and space Guiding me on a journey    most would not relate Strengthening    Breathing into this deep state.     Most could not see I was Training     To become the man you need me to be     Complete.

Since I have left the womb

I have longed for your embrace
Loving words

threw time and space
Guiding me on a journey

most would not relate
Strengthening

Breathing into this deep state.

Most could not see
I was Training

To become the man you need me to be

Complete.

  Always connected by the heavens within each others subconscious Until we become whole And every karmic # has been rolled For if we met to soon    Everything we worked for    Would melt away leading to a place    Where our love could not be play This is a love that goes beyond ourselves  This is a love that rings angels bells.

Always connected by the heavens
within each others subconscious
Until we become whole
And every karmic # has been rolled
For if we met to soon

Everything we worked for

Would melt away
leading to a place

Where our love could not be play
This is a love that goes beyond ourselves
This is a love that rings angels bells.