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GHETTO GOSPLE. You aren't born to please anyone, neither accepted by everybody. But your purpose is to make sure you live good making better thangs, making thangs better.
She heard the noise late at night He had found his way back In through the back door Very angry with her attempt to flee Ever so quietly she grabbed the knife Ready to end this once and for all
At 12 Oclock the day was darkly dark, the seafloor lifted itself in a loud cry, suddenly, a star fell like strings of light on a man.
Shocks made pulses of her beauty  Each throb tenderly sweet from Earth’s syrupy bosom  Around Earth's Loins of infinite fruity bloom  
Time, Something of a mystery, A mere figment of your imagination, It dates far back into history, Growing older through each generation. Time gives each their own victory,
Wisps of wind blew the golden hair across a face of wax and wane, The pillow soft, the bosom light; ne’er should hath entered in this place, The dewdrops of the morning light, reminds us of unkempt pain,
A leap of faith The choice is never easy  And the leap never the same  Always clouded with doubt The end is never certain    A leap of faith 
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared, The children sprang from their homes and met at the center. Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
Mystery my dear That's all you may see Some see a challenging view Some see a hurting soul Who were you? Who will you be?  
At my window sit Heaven’s pearly gates, Comprised of beaming starlight. The only view of paradise I’ll ever obtain Is the stars that dot the night.   Are these the winged angels of old,
Secrets utterly embarrassing and cruel. Mine’s no different. It’s dark,twisted,deep and wet. Tears shall flow out with a never-ending sight,a river rises from sadness.
Open the eyes the person looked into the...void, which it was glowing brightly against the earth. Why the brightest light on earth or was it not? The person looked deeper into it.
A pretty young lady walks swiftly across the grass and flowers. A pretty girl can dance like the wind. Like the sky. Like the earth orbits itself.   However, she was kidnapped 
Here I am sitting under the tree Can't stop thinking about who and how I used to be I know this isn't right and yes it doesn't feel right for me And I've been drinking myself to sleep
My hand is kept as claw clutched close to my chest. Even I'm not sure what's inside. Did you think you could pry it open? Secrets are meant to be hidden, my darling,  And mine are hidden from me.
Through the hollows, into the grey Across the rolling hills of pain Run all night till the darkest day. When shadows behind the mists play Charge forward to the silent rain
A large wooden box sits on a table Oak with vines of cedar The box was locked With latches tight Filled with wishes Filled with dreams
They we guess- They don't know. They can? They live in a separate existence. They never deviate. They only follow. They are in to and everywhere. They may be agitated or mellow.
A taken picture, attempted, failedCalled but a dreamWhat then comes of it…After the fact?My focus, my heart, perhaps the subject
She was a young girl, say the sophomore high school textbooks On a creaky old wooden desk in the utmost left upstairs bedroom; A wise girl too, say the strewn index cards and notes
It's nice outside I might not hide Away I go I'll buy a box of mysteries Maybe filled with histories I wouldn't know Happened to skip a meal today Saw the bills I forgot to pay Away I go
I was a man of industry Wrought iron bars towards the distance Eden was promising company Reapers mowed through the gardens Heavenly light begged for shadows Peter sang out, "efficiency"
Mystery is draped around her like a cloak, Or perhaps a burial shroud. It darkens her heart and burdens her soul.  The sky has heard her screams.  "I AM PROTECTING THEM,"  She cries. It's lies. 
The twinkle in your eyes shine much brighter than all the sparkling stars at night.Your smile stand out more than all the sadden faces.Your ears perfectly made to hear all the lovely music in the air.
On whispered voice,  A secret to be kept.  My tale never known.  Read me in gibberish,  The title the key.  Mirror identity. 
Since when does one become "evil"? Is it my pride that broods you? Or my age of wisdom and fairness No one Not even my little sister Could ever succeed?  
i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me in her mirroras she applies exactly the necessary line
In the shadows  through the night I see a figure with great delight "Who could this supernatural being be?", I ask myself as I begin to see It was but a shadow, a fluke, unreal
He proceeded to wallop at the stumped rocks in front of his Aunt’s home. He had avoided any given chore provided by the three women, and yet feeling guilty for his lack of turn.
Crazy maiden in the woods tracked her down as best I could She and I both bruised and bled. My leg was lame. She sought me dead.   A tear-smudged face,  a curdling cry A deadly grace,
Not all poems have to be deep Like a small puddle, reveal your feet, jump in. Some are short and sweet With words that bond strong like iron.   Or so funny you'll slap your knee
Tough love is on display Because, the child has been led astray Following the wrong crowd And sadly, wasting her life away Both parents are in a state of worry They just want their child back
She is sadly lost And heading down a corruptive path Messing around with the wrong crowd She needs to find herself and come back Darkness surrounds her incessantly Family members are concerned for her safety
Cryptic and puzzling Hard to understand No one could figure it out Nor did they have a plan What we have here Is a mystery Nothing but dark clouds Filled with ambiguity
My soul is overflowing. My brain is overwhelmed. My heart is bleeding. Filling my veins and pouring itself through my fingertips. Mixing with the ink on the page. My words staring back at me.
She came into class and sat next to mewith sad eyesshe was trying to hideso the whole world couldn't seethe tears running down her face.It wasn't my placeto ask her what was wrong or if she was okay
it didn't have a name. it didn't have a name but it was certainly, definitely, there. there is where it was and it was wordlessly, soundlessly, existent.
I hear you I hear you in the pouring rain... Words Words that cannot escape my brain. The unexplained
Back to the fortress So she can find herself In a state of bewilderment And needing to seek help Something seems to trouble her But, the words never appear Mysterious and puzzling
Her hand danced on water Her feet like a ballerina's That smile reflects beauty Her skin flawless How could she be real? Did she come out of my dreams? That waterfall hair Deep blue eyes
I've never known her or seen her to be the mystery behind her. The black long hair silky, and her surliness stands aloof. Her long legs could spy any secret of mine or James Bond.
Only now, the living, the loving and the dying all come together in this underwater world. the water clear and transparent
Keeping a watchful eye open As nature takes its course Weathering the storm The sight of a natural resource The scenery takes your breath away As we stay within the range As time goes on
Like unturned gardens, My familiar voyage pretends, Courage if you dare,   She falls asleep, My life is in steps, And I blow through the seething cold, I am unto you,
If you ever peep your window pain and spot a silhouette,
I’ve walked around the day And watched throughout the night
Johnny came to visit when I was nine He only had the chance to just that one time He still smiled as often as he always did But his smile seemed almost crooked I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine He only had the chance to just that one time   He still smiled as often as he always did But his smile seemed almost crooked I asked him why that was and he said:
Like a dark rose In the center Of the universe He blooms. A fire, So rare, Only he Could ignite it. I am sincerely, Truly Captivated by The sight of him.
it's funny howan exclamation mark canmeanso many things!what was that? i can't wait!i can't wait!!
    In a quaint, little town
Without a filter
        He is out for you Don’t be afraid Watching your every move He knows how you talk Walk
Her eyes were as bright as her soul But she IT Never seen The light of day Deaths favorite associate IT loved stealing others souls IT never had one of her own She kills silently
I am of flesh I breath sin I keep to myself what lies within   But do express And I'll give you notice When storms draw near I feel their closeness   Love one love all
live through me who lives to be
Dear sweet Philip I am the one to blame. A knife held close next to my shame.   Had you kept quiet So would’ve my blade...   Wait! I see a man,  
I tip toe around I hear banter. What is happening here at Van Keuren Manor?   Who goes there? She says. I shift around Into the darkness I am not found.  
Green light filtering down Upon a floor littered with stone Littered with glass and dust   An unmoving body stirs A tunneled room lay before him His vision clears as realization dawns  
Two meets four and less becomes few. Hot air melts between slippery fingers. And all the while Waiting. For the watched Although it never boils Like glass it sits, motionless
Drained and deranged, I dreamed I could build beauty. Blueprinted, diagrammed Just a god in a cage.  
Who am I Shaheed Baukman 9/11/2013 You use me every day, causing you to become complacent to my significance
Our eyes met over  and over and over again. Ocassionally our glances interrupted by a body or two blocking our sight. We were exchanging shy smiles out of politeness.
Today I say good morning to the sun! Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day. But today is special... At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
Darkness isn't always bad. Darkness doesn't make you mad Darkness isn't always wrong It shouldn't be feared upon. It is a normal phenomenon in our world
  Childhood last for so many years, but not very long The mind of a child lives on for so long, Until the age that you spawn as you no longer are considered a child by law
HOOK: All but one that can make this complete, All but one that can solve this mystery. VERSE: The one piece I'm looking  for it might be happiness, love, or maybe trust.
Oh! Amidst that vast evergreen forest, Lies an immaculate crystal palace Surrounded with red delicate rose crests Lives a beautiful queen with no malice. Oh! Her smile and her laughter fools many
There is a yard And a great tall tree Instructing what to draw and write There is a fence of chain Between the lilacs and me There is a garden That only grows dirt
I'm attracted to mystery I jump into the unknown Assuming that it's good Because it's new.   I want you because you're different You're elusive You're confusing You suprise me 
  The forest awaits Hundred-year-old trees tower above Holding up the sky with their branches
Green and white clothes with a hat just too big, tiny yellow shoes waiting for the day.
  Unseen Calamity             Deep and dark so they are             Ground in black             Crawl in stone of ark
  They Come at Dawn             Groaning, screeching, yelling             They jolt the boards             Clawing like savage beasts
  They Come at Dawn             Groaning, screeching, yelling             They jolt the boards             Clawing like savage beasts
Fortress of fabric She says come in Her eyes glisten with magic She knows I can’t win My mother warned me about enchanted women Spiders in their hearts, be careful or you’ll be bitten  
She walks by him and he notices her, She turns to face him He smiles sweetly at her and notices her radiant beauty She smiles back and she notices his charm Her eyes are like emeralds His like sapphires
Nobody know it,but everybody flows towards it .. In the stream called Life, Held by space and time..   What is it, i wonder here.. Its existence, I fear.. I am afraid,and I care..
Heating the cold Braving the dark Being bold Seeking the unknown Years pass Memories fade Gone; but never forgotten? The old cliche Stacks of files Silent whispers Read me
Who’s the Thief?
In equal amounts each year It is this we must fear-  For a day cannot expire without it; 
Sometimes I wonder though my brain is so small why the universe even exists at all.    We think of our planet as  a considerable size but have you seen the universe?
His kisses are tender, sweet but they reek of lust He undresses me and our eyes lock I feel that he is taking a journey into my soul but he is just wondering "Which hole?"
God you're amazing I think I told you this before
I gather myself once again I hope that one day we will walk hand in hand my love for you is fading each day but don't forget I still care about you in every way This feeling that you leave me with when you leave
Here here, come come, I say I say Thou sullen traveler, ye irksome stray. Where forego thy errands lie,Whither thou goest over stone and under sky,To reach what destination thereby? 
I am like the dark. A vast, intricate enigma. Everybody can see that I’m there. Some people choose to embrace me. I do not seek, but lie in wait. Few people can understand some of me, some of what I hold.
The last time I even tried to do this, i didn't finish the story I intended to share. Though it seems to be a little less than a year ago, it felt like centuries. I mean everything is just so different.
                                                        Walking quickly on the path of green, the woman suddenly stops to survey the scene. She could not know
  Tis neither:ShelteredLostWhere truth lies-Learn to look aboutTo see beauty.
There was small wooden houseAt the edge of the greenIt was there, yet it wasn’tFor it never was seen Save by two little laddiesWho came by the wayAnd traipsed ‘long the pathwayOne crisp autumn day
Time Neither here nor there, Untouchable, Unchangeble  Still changing, Always twisting What are you? Apparition, Spirit? Moving soundlessly  Constantly Your never ending song
I couldn't imagine a life where my words weren't created through a pen. How am I supposed to change the world if my story isn't heard? We would all become subjects of a painful world's end.
Have you ever just looked out and saw everything you couldn't formulate an explanation to captured through the simple essence of nature For instance take this cruise,
Writing means the world to me It’s what I feel in a new scene. A poem filled with all my mind Imagination’s not confined.   I paint a picture with my story Of dragons bright in all their glory
Listlessness in a hole Denouncing innocence Denouncing predictability Become immersed in my soul   Yet, Wait a minute Wait a minute ...... I will be the Andgrogyny
Why do I write?  Because words are so easily expressed without further explanation, yes some words can stand alone.  See, words can be enlightened to the soul; words can also easily curse someone’s life.
Would you be proud? If you had never closed your eyes for the last time and woke up to me now? Would you be proud? knowing I've made mistakes. Maybe ones that make me ashamed. But despite all that,
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid. You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious," That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold No warning of hurt Protect yourself because nobody else will Hold on tight It's going on to be a long fight Filled with mysteries Yes, that we are
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold No warning of hurt Protect yourself because nobody else will Hold on tight It's going on to be a long fight Filled with mysteries Yes, that we are
Blinded by a love that’s not there Comforted by the idea of having you near Analyzing everything about you Hoping to be the one you turn to Staring at you as you walk by Knowing you will probably never be mine
Mystery, mundanity; normality profound proffers suggestions to bold quivering chin. A man! I can be as charade hysterical flowing through brain of body ephemeral, briefly insane.
There is a plot, maybe a murder mystery. A setting. Creepy old house? Cliché. A parade!
Tomorrow, an endless realm of new discoveries. Even the smartest do not know, what they will undergo. Tomorrow, A mystery that remains unsolved, until the day that tomorrow comes.
Her reflection It comes and goes As it pleases The air is colder I'm counting the footsteps As I Slowly pace this God-forsaken place What if I can't escape? 5 books, 2 steps, the bed
Words of this man tickle my ears Invading my mind like a rash But the mystery man never appears Forever eluding my grasp
The Ocean pulls it’s body back and forth like my lungs that breathe in life. And my heart that drums it’s final beats. I’m sitting on a bulk of sand from the high tide line.
Clash the Tones, Dial your Life. Make the Call, Pay the Price. Get the Message, Forward the Tones. Spread the Word, Redial your Friends. Tell the News, Stay on Hold. This is Life,
Mix, Match Switch, Swap The mysteries don’t ever stop Flip, Flop Criss, Cross You’ll solve ‘em, now won’t ya boss? Toss, Catch Fail, Win Your ego is a savored sin
This is verse about me and all of you Call me blunt- I have no tact But I’m tired of putting on this serving act Call it vanity, call it pride But I am a queen with nothing to hide
I have a mystery,, I find the clues,, I piece it together,, Now what to do,, I solve the problem,, I feel the change,, I see the future,, This aint no game,, I hear the voice,,
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