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The Bones In The Hole

As a star to a child,
Far from earth,
Born in the wild,
Nurtured from birth,

By an addict within,
Leaves behind a mistake,
Forgiveness for her sin,
Sympathy she'll fake.

Disbelief arose the town,
Betrayed by their own kind,
Picture torn down,
No more body to find,

The departure was planned,
By an indecisive soul,
A printed story to stand,
The bones in the hole.


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Dot To Dot

Dot Dot Dot,
The solid block,
Injected like a shot
The time will knock.

Play the part,
As a characters life,
Flow with words from the heart,
Making an extra strife.

It's the tic to the toc,
Out of the box,
The door to be opened; unlock,
For success is sly; fox.

From a view to the next,
People are moving,
A phone call or text,
They cope with new meaning.

Pulling apart the foundation
Peeling down the outside,
It may be a vacation,
But it's about the length to hide.

As the relaxation is sinking in,
And the pieces are put into place,
Take a second and grin,
As the surroundings do hold grace.

All over from the West to the South, 
In a similie to a rule,
With us as people to use the mouth,
To speak the past and wisdom being fuel,

So never take a break,
The shock of an opportunity will hit,
What's to loose or at steak,
When you do everything to make yourself lit.

Back to the dots,
Know there is an infinite count,
Undoing the knots,
To make the rope mount.

Open-mind and open-knowledge,
Open book to find evidence,
As the sides a ridge,
Don't put up a guarded fence.

Blocking out,
Gives less chance for that goal,
Go now and shout,
And go play your favorite characters role.


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Hey Boo

Take a look,
Into my eyes,
Chapters to my book,
No needed lies,
Trust me please,
I’ll bring you near,
A shiver; a breeze,
An imagination pure.
Gentleman style,
Falling down with desire,
Please stay awhile,
The flame to my fire.
Two sides to the half,
A perfect fit,
A smile shines; laugh,
Knocked down; hard hit.
The pebble to steal,
To set oneself a side,
Is this real?
Wanting to hide.
Hey boo,
I may never tell,
How I feel too,
Keep all well,
You remind me,
Of the princesses’ lost shoe,
A fantasy I see,
Holding onto hope-for me and you.


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If You Want it, Get It

If you say you CAN. Then you CAN. 
{{as simple as that}}. 
Where are your thoughts at? 
{{The new days up to bat.}}
Each a team mate- each a player,
Each a different flavor; a different layer,
Don't just be talk,
Keep your head up and walk the walk,
What makes that person have a chance?
The fact that they chase their dreams that started with one glance. 
Ending with a passion,
Leaving behind positive energy and compassion.
If you want it GET IT,
If you want it submit it,
Keep the motto everyday,
Choose which words you lay,
As the universe is a thought,
Who you become is what is brought,
Brought with desire to learn,
Never getting lost; always back to return,
You’re the next up,
Baking ingredients in a measuring cup,
Ingredients made up of your own,
Only remembered- by what was shown.


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Backwards in Real Talk

One-Two 
Life from a differerent view
Open ur eyes- to these lies,
From the world,
Thats underground curled,
Askin questions,
Wantin mentions,
To plant the bead,
Not to evils deed,
For a need,
As a small city girls lead,
Part I now believe,
With all my heart ,
In my dream,
We come together,
Banner/ stream
Cuz im growin,
Getin to knowin
All the worldly problems
Walkin round like sims,
Strings attached,
Moneys got all latched,
Relationships matched,
With all the wrong meanings,
Now we're all leanin,
In the wrong way,
Becoming astray,
From the real life,
No more stabbing the back with a knife,
Real talk,
Walk the walk,
That you say,
Don’t be hidden, be the suns ray,
Now build and don’t break it down,
Be the cities ground, building from bottom to top,
Cropping out the ones with the wisdom,
To seek the unknown,
No more meek times,
Were at a grimy time,
I try my best,
To make the words sink in at rest,
And the beat of the drum,
Get the people thinkin,
Lookin all around,
Out the window-to the sound,
As the rain falls,
Through the thick walls,
So plain, cars movin like a show,
In a right lane, blank, hurricane,
In a rush as a controlled pushed by a mane,
But one wrong move,
Its not longer a game,
For all the wrong ties,
Nows lookin through the lies,
Given new day,
Every morning,
And Ill b me,
As you be you, stop the judging, don’t u see?
Im not better repeat this now,
Choose the letter, 
Cuz lifes here so leave,
The problems behind,
One moment to grieve,
Then back on the bind.
WAKE UP AND GRIND.


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Up Up- Far Away

Faces; one now two,
Fluttering eyes,
Unknown to known,
Some turn away; shys'.

Shy away from flight,
One open now two,
Black view then white,
Mind takes off; flew.

Up Up- Far away,
Shaken to death; damn,
Your head down to lay,
Like a precious lamb.

So Real; Once Knew,
But no known sense,
An emotion unknown;new,
Friction feeling dense.

Glance then gone,
Gone then back,
A prayer to be,
One touch to lack.

The pieces rise;grew,
To save a soul,
Parts out one by two,
Push over now roll.

And Dont Give Up Till ITS YOUR TURN to go.


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The New Arrival

The little man,
Curled in a ball,
Short time span,
Checkups to stall.

It's a boy,
All others cheer,
Forming the joy,
To hold him dear.

The day is here,
To go into shock,
Wipe sweat as fear,
Little ears to sweet talk.

Loud but tender,
Smiles from Mom,
Loved ones surrender,
Keeping him calm.

Delicate soft skin,
Breathtaking relief,
Of all the could of been,
Rejoicing disbelief.

Mom and Dad,
Exhausted but ready,
New arrivals to add,
New things to keep steady.


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Real Talk

It’s not all what you think,
It’s a lot to sink in,
Gratitude doesn’t shrink,
Or tell where to begin,
Levitate and meditate,
Scripture captured; saved,
What some call love-is hate,
Imprinted, engraved,
As the heart speaks,
Meek but bold,
Some of me leaks,
For the views hold,
Lost treasure map,
Passion to care,
Body trap,
Real talk; dare,
Times on the clock,
Out of respect,
If you don’t walk-the-walk,
What’s to expect?
The movements left,
Right under me,
Stolen; theft,
Ridicules see,
Justice printed,
Judgmental flame,
Fundamentals hinted,
Inside ones name.


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Anything But Easy

A very clear saying,
Will come across,
Conveniently displaying,

The words to toss,
Be brave right now,
Have a strong sense,
Learn to endow,
A mechanism; defense.

To simplify an additive,
First attempt,
Pick an alternernative,
To past tense; exempt.

Not all plans recieve,
The credit wanted,
Don't get up and leave,
Or within will be haunted.

If a dream starts,
Bombarded from within,
Equipped with the right parts,
Leaving one choice to win.

The talent will show,
Don't fall away,
It's simple to know,
But hard to put into play.

You got it,
Run with it,
Be it,
And don't give up on it.


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Technologys Click

Computers are our latest technology,
There flies names such as Dell, Mac, and the 'soon to be's',
Learning each link leads to a page,
Learning each button could lead you astray.
As a computer holds more than thoughts as our head,
As the times moving forward there's Ipads and laptops instead of lead.
No longer is it a must to use paper and pencil,
Just click the button as the light turns red like a bull.
A background pops up so blue as teh sky,
Get a helper if not accustomed to the way Americans' fly.
Fly right into the program labeled start,
Picking each letter;each word apart.
Making files and softwares to pull money in,
Making internet and motums for companies to progress;to win.
The machine has a mind of its' own,
But the witholder can control all seen;all shown.
So grab a mouse or use the tip of your finger,
A click away you are from viewing the latests singer.
Clicking each question straight into the latest search engine,
If there's any junk, in the right corners a bin.
Saving memories of photos deep down in each chip,
No more type writers where the paper you flip.
The years add on each 365th day,
Guding each person a step into play. 
Communicating through white pages of writing, 
Typing in  2 dimension with no space to sing,
To sing a tune of teh pitch of each word,
Although a computer can't tell you the feeling needing to be heard.


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