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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/29/2013 12:21:00 AM
I notice your poems are being read. It would be helpful if we had more data on the readings, but until I'm a premium member I won't stir the pot. Your poems have a certain complexity. There is always a call to reality, the sign of the times, A shift of paradigm, the irony being these very phrases are part of the phenomena that they describe. Words about ideas, that both justify and contradict those very ideas. The cure lies in the virus type of thing. I know better understand the other poem.
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Date: 11/12/2012 5:02:00 AM
Enjoyed your wonderful write Stacey, have a beautiful day, love Elizabeth
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