The Own Lee Won
Highlander slander,
There is way more than one,
We all are one,
Quickening the quicksand to find out what it is to be a man,
Deadly awakening,
Earth shakes as it is quaking...
Banter about a decanter,
The Earth splits so that we fall into its pits,
Rant of a rambler,
Can I handle it,
The haters say handle her,
Yet she is her own person,
I only seem to worsen,
Yet, in NO way intend to in the end be either hurtin’ myself,
Or hurrying along her mental health,
Because we both are somewhat crazy,
In a way I would still call her baby,
Yet, call her by her name,
Maybe, some day she will see through the haze,
One of these phases or the daze that I felt at least,
Even if she feels like I did NOT complete,
I do NOT go home and beat her,
I work out at the gym looking like a Slim Jim in a wife beater,
Yet, I wish she would still be my wife,
Yes, I do fight for equal rights,
Children keep your lights on...
Some sort of Santana song,
Yet, not Satanist,
Not quite that blatant,
But saving the best for the last,
When we can leave behind the past,
Moving towards a new future,
Hope the sutures have healed,
Mine healed all on their own,
Yet, no earthly porcelain throne,
Will have me thrown off enough NOT to know right from wrong,
Although the garden of Eden is real and like Excalibur, I had two angels punch me,
Yet, I did pull out the sword,
It would take more than four chords to play music as a song writer for the gist of that ,
Yet, the garden of Eden does still exist,
Jesus Christ my Lord does want us to live in it,
We have to live with some things and we live with them,
On who we depend all begins on who we keep as friends, make amends to, but NOT on trends,
I once was friendly but got messed up in French culture,
Like vultures they took my language but gave me a new one,
Pluck out my eyes because I sin when I grin at beautiful skin,
Yet, as a falter and halt what I am doing,
I think where or when?
Will I end up with my kin again?
Maybe at the beginning,
Where forgiveness transcends,
There we can lend again each other’s hands,
Spread our plans and have more further understanding,
I pray to NOT be demanding,
But spend my time using my ears for my dear,
And expend more than ten times of my full force on her needs,
We all cry, sweat, and bleed,
Yet, I would plead this to my God,
With everything that I have got,
Everything that I am not,
Everything that I have sought,
Until the day I rot.
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