''life' 'decisions' 'lost' 'me' ' 'blending in' 'losing yourself' 'society' 'god'
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Trying to find perfecrtion in this plan you have for my life. God please don't reject me or allow the wolves to see me as prey. Father I'm so distracted. Reeady to see satifaction and bring glory to your name.
What is a sin?
In anyone's mind a sin is something that checks you, and tempt you
It'll make you happy, but never lasts
An sin is speakin LIES n HATRED
anger boiling in me
Oh lord when will I be free
My dark past haunting me
Happiness will i see?
It got my cheast heavy
Cant breath
Why my feelings so slippery
Happy now minutes later um angry
A universe within a mind
No tiny detail left behind.
All gods and men made on the plane
of some omniscient spirit brain.
A universe within a mind
No tiny detail left behind.
All gods and men made on the plane
of some omniscient spirit brain.
Here's a little story that needs to be heard
about an old couple who lived in the hood
firecrackers blazing outside there window pane
folks had insisted the couple was insane
take heed to the reader as best as you can
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Letter 1 [From: Him To: Me]
Poet to poetry hide me from society melt me in the fervor of sullen brevity !
there are lines being drawn in the sand let the reader understand in the furtherance of the plan...
through these spaces
in search of hidden traces
wouldn't you like to be
inside of the life of a bumble bee
what are we willing to achieve
gone are the days getting caught in a haze
feeling sharp as steel
just to let you know the deal
life is in the spinning wheel
outside in the yard
a new day is coming
people get ready
the sun is a rising on every nation
a call to the west
we must clearly confess
all of life is a big test
through pillars of sought after dignity
others will just do what they please
some getting knocked to their knees
a port in a storm
when I'm alone in my room and then I stare at the wall
in the back of my mind I hear my concious call
telling me I need a girl whose as sweet as a dove
for then I know what I needed was love
I once heard a song about dressing to impress
putting on filters and leaving little to guess
how we smile so bright to make a few heads turn
reading all those articles that say "watch and learn".
