08/06/08
As the rain hits my face
I think of a place
Outside the box
Inner-thoughts
Creep out my pen
Is where my imagination begins
Smooth strokes
Late-nyte tokes
Of the LG
Relax Me...
Miguel Angel Jimenez
Father-less for 2 months
And some days
Got me dazed
A bit confused..
More-A-Less abused
By this cold world...
Lost like being in a cinnamon swirl
Breakfast, makes me want to...
Break fast from this life...
Life, what the fucc is lyfe for people lyke us?
Is & always be an unanswered
question...
Not to mention,
The different directions
Of my inner-beast...
Searching for something to...
Feast upon...
Up all nyte watchin'...
Cheech & Chong...
Wondering if I'm wrong?
Copyright © Miguel Jimenez | Year Posted 2009
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