Laughter Happiness Love
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Butch Malone walked tall that day when he arose from his rest. Outside pillars having climbed the long whinding duration of each moment he awoke. Various scenes flashed by his brain in remembrances alone again in a pitch darkened room.
Children, you maybe suffering inside. Living in a culture of death. Sitting on the sidelines waiting to make your next move. Well listen up the sun comes up every morning. God will wipe your sin stained slate clean.
You watch as I rot inside my cage
getting lost in a purple haze
Like a mouse stuck in it's maze
wake up late to one of those days
People are starting an uprising. We can come collectively together. In order to celebrate are differences. There is a lines being drawn in the sand. Heads in the street scream love yet it's only lust in disguise !
This is for the ladies who do nothing shady
live, laugh & cry
As time goes by a beckoning call
to relish in the memories of your past
Snapshot memories of are past
having so much fun with the hope that it would last
To my best friend Nan,
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
faces, spaces & traces
we each must go before the fault
were all in the same cage here
what you sow is what you reap
Faced with the ultimate question,
If I were stranded,
All alone,
What would I bring
To make me feel at home?
The answer is difficult,
Not an easy task,
What would I do,
It was you who taught me how to live,
to learn,
to experience.
With your wisdom I fought.
Fought my fears, my struggles,
myself.
Your love made me strong. I fought
