Inspired by the birds and freedom
these are my words of wisdom;
call them a life of words born and bred in prison
slowly progressing to a page, with a pen I free them,
powerful words that should be said every season,
pay attention, listen:
let me feed your soul,
with your sponge of a brain absorb as I go,
words emanating from the depth of my being,
with a pen I depict images in my dreams.
Pleasure is a vehicle that carries pain,
it crashes all the time, yet we ride it again.
It's driven by the devil destination ecstasy,
a split-second journey with a life-long injury.
Life is a space between birth and death,
you toil to fill it up 'til your last breath
for, it remains a vacuum if you don't exert yourself,
indolence is poverty, it leaves you begging for help.
Friends are fickle, foes are consistent.
Life's full of vicissitudes, stay persistent.
The mighty Lord is magical, he'll bless you with a miracle,
he picks you up today, tomorrow you reach your pinnacle.
Inspired by the birds and freedom
these are my words of wisdom;
call them a life of words born and bred in prison
slowly progressing to a page, with a pen I free them,
powerful words that should be said every season,
I hope you paid attention, I hope you listened.
When I walk the streets named after the greats
/ a trail of thoughts I form that leads to dates
/ of past injustices. At length I sigh,
/ knowing well that a teardrop is nigh.
/
/ As the streets curve, I break the thought pattern
/ and view what their valiant efforts have brought,
/ gone are the soldiers sign in to read more »
When love dies because of lies,
/ the heart falls and crumbles.
/ The internal pain intensifies 'til it's reflected in the eyes on a regular basis.
/ The mind becomes demented and lost
/ and begins to search for relief in unfamiliar places
/ and life becomes meaningless
/ then suicidal thoughts creep in sign in to read more »
2014-02-12
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