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God I Am The Poet - OVERDOSE     
A Spoken Word Poem ! I'm hearing that some people think New Poetry's ... " TOO CRUDE " ... !!! Now i'm not starting a poetry feud ! But ..... "Come come old boy, that views old news !"
I've had this said a number of times ! When it comes to lines in ,,, My Poems ... "Virgil man, your poetry is just too long !" Well here's a shock cos' this one's not !
You know it seems that through life Propaganda and Lies are fed by those guys who wear corporate ties So ... DON'T be surprised if your life seems contrived
Ya Know I HARDLY Choose To ... PARTY ... Because of THOSE Parties Who DON'T Act Smartly ... !!! So Party DARKLY Instead of ... " Calmly " ...
Leaving London... ? I Can Understand Why... !!!  Cos Things Aren't Safe... On Streets At Night... !!!  MORE Gunfights... As Children DIE...  Why..... ????? 
spit nasty like sum gross shit you wouldn't wanna taste it hand over ya mouth i know i kill metopors awe the mind point still extremely blatant
don't put ur trust in one to soon cuz many been slain death took a early claim now their life is a distant topic
With Eyes like rainbows,pools overlooking earths magnificent colors with dancing lights in which life glows my body falls as it looses all control spiraling into ur maze unconsciously losing myself as it goes
Dear soul where are you. I thought I found What was destined to be mine Fooled so many times , and this again ..while hurt somewhat clouds my mind I new deep in side with shame I'd hide claiming love but blantant lies
Every text that I got Every vibration I felt About you is what I thought & my heart just melt   The second I saw, it's not you, my mind just blew. I cannot stop thinking about you.  
All I could do was just sit there and cry. I couldn’t change it; help it, or anything for that matter. All I could do was sit there and catch the mascara stained teardrops that attempted to scar my cheeks. Or was I even wearing mascara?
this is to all the war childs, born into villages painted with blood and fire, in dire need of hope and salvation, once a mighty people, now scared of laserations, *click*
It was quite..just for a second, forgot about everything that was surrounding me,I felt myself struggling to move my feet because I was so weak at the knees.I could still hear the echoing of her voice..her beautiful voice,I could still feel her w
War child , she was merely just a kid with a heart  of steel when the people lost their livelihood whilst she kept it real, saw soldiers die on the streets
      Letters from an emotionless robot    dear emotionless robot, Do this, stop that go here, stay there, walk, don’t run listen, don’t talk express, but don’t create
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