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    The Abcs of a Pharaoh’S Dreams: J~Dza Drifting Along the Philosophical Stream
    The Abcs of a Pharaoh’S Dreams: J~Dza Drifting Along the Philosophical Stream
    The Abcs of a Pharaoh’S Dreams: J~Dza Drifting Along the Philosophical Stream
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    The Abcs of a Pharaoh’S Dreams: J~Dza Drifting Along the Philosophical Stream

    By Philosophical T.P.

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    Welcome to the never-ending stream, a place of deep thought and emotional conflictions. As we embark on this journey, you may experience some feelings of connection to the Pharaoh. That is because each of us has our own king/queen inside that is on their own journey of self-discovery. As we go through the highs and lows of what this Pharaoh has seen and felt, you will share in his pain and his joy. Hop on the raft.
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    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJan 23, 2018
    ISBN9781546223641
    The Abcs of a Pharaoh’S Dreams: J~Dza Drifting Along the Philosophical Stream
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    Philosophical T.P.

    Now Introducing Philosophical The Poet (T.P) From the desert sands of Las Vegas, Nevada he began his journey as a sophomore in high school who was entered into a poetry contest without knowledge of it. Soon after he began to write as a way of relief from his great emotional anquish. Now, 5 years later, here are some of those emotional exploits in the form of jumbled words that may only make sense to the hopeless romantic or the melanin revolutionary. Through his words he hopes to be heard and felt in the hearts of whoever reads this letter, come what may.

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      The Abcs of a Pharaoh’S Dreams - Philosophical T.P.

      ~A

      A is from Above.

      Gleaming wings broad the shoulders of a benevolent creature made by the heavens sent to earth below to bestow blessings upon its surface,

      It’s skin golden,

      kissed by the sun,

      smooth as a rock that dwells beneath the ocean’s currents,

      assurance that is has been made to soothe the soul.

      Locks of gold,

      told to behold the knowledge of a child only there to hide the wide and wild animations inside.

      For what is behind could bury alive any who would put its intellect aside and strive to take away its pride.

      Curves bold with the beauty to uphold or tear down kingdoms;

      freedom made these but could never change these for these services please not only its lovers but itself, .

      No stranger did I arrive to the conclusion that this illustrious woman could be an illusion, and so I stretch out my hand to thee, and there not only do I feel but now I see …

      the angel that layeth before me …

      fallen from above …

      ~Philosophical T.P

      ~B

      B is for Butterflies; that’s what you make me feel inside …

      Illustrious and unfathomable,

      Incapable of determent,

      Unintentional reassurance.

      Honest, true, love,

      Spilled from a well;

      Well, within.

      Come about as swiftly as ocean wind

      With no end,

      And the same force as rain from

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