Young hot girl in a push up bra Hears the cry of a lonesome guitar, Under a web of shining stars, It’s time for us to embrace Our humanity as a one race, Putting an end to the hate Before it goes to far and it gets to late, Bright lights guide the way Don’tContinue reading “The cry of a lonesome guitar”
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Freedom
Nobody knows like I do The things I want want to choose, To make my life more fulfilling So why do others try to choose, My path and my direction Thinking that they know better than me, Thanks but I’ll make my own decisions Because it’s what defines me as being free.
Rivers of tears
Cry rivers of tears For the way that we treat, Our earth and our humanity With brutal uncaring, And a destructive touch Devoid of empathy and any love, Where hatred is easier to offer than kindness Cry rivers of tears for the way that we act, We must learn to change it must be ourContinue reading “Rivers of tears”
My poetry call
I walk and talk a path of kindness Banishing all negative darkness, I try to shine light where ever I go I don’t believe that anyone knows, The answers to the life we lead I believe it’s a miracle just to breathe, So my ambition is to make the most of it By happy, beContinue reading “My poetry call”
My style
My poetry and my words Are like analects, With my dialect, Which is some that I elect To write in and if you object, Then that’s your prerogative But it won’t change my substance And that won’t change my style, Because I write raw Because I am free And because I let my mind runContinue reading “My style”
Conjuring up lies
People are always going to make shit up about you, And those who say they support you will believe this as truth, At least you know where you stand with them True friends will pay no heed to lies and will stop listening, But you’ve no need to worry because these lies are not you,Continue reading “Conjuring up lies”
My way and no one else’s.
I could be fake and do what others think I could live their way to keep them happy, But I make my own decisions and I live my own life I say what I want to and and what seems right, That’s the way I choose to live my life.
Deep night crisis
In the deep night do we lose sight of what living is all about, Do we lose grasp on what’s love and learn to self doubt, Do we go forward then go back again in the pouring rain Wondering what is it that’s causing us so much pain, You come here, around my house andContinue reading “Deep night crisis”
Living life
What’s your proclivity limit Is it restricted or is it infinite, Are your dreams positive or pessimistic Is your heart truly always in it, When it comes to living life.
This is life
We come from particles of light To exist as pagans living life, Then we fade and become carbon This is the start and end like day and night.
