The unspoken,
can say so much,
and say so little.
The unspoken,
can be interpreted or misinterpreted
in many ways.
And yet!
In the end!
What was never said,
was never heard!
Is the unspoken,
that was told!
Too much turmoils
Make me fatique
Too much chaos
Make me deaf
Too much tragedies
Make me blind
My mind jammed
My heart broken
I have nothing to say anymore
Years after years hazards come and go and return
Silence is the only word on my lips
The fan blades turn and turn
No noise but efficient
Noisy fan means old and not functioning well
But my silence means loss, helpless and confused
God's silence means we're seriously handicapped
God's words are spread in all nature
With philosophical signs
To be interpreted by man himself
Silence always speaks the loudest voice
To man's heart only
With no heart attacks of course
A heart can be put in a battery to make it function again
How about a stonely heart with God's words
Maybe,maybe...
You can’t deny ha
She look good huh
From ha clothes to ha soul
but you know how that goes
Only looking at the outer not the inner things
She a baller and a G
Just a ball of energy
Tryna find someone to match her like a puzzle piece
Her smile, blessed to be hugged by her lips
Her eyes pierce your soul
What a gift
But then again you don’t know her
Wanting to be in touch with da finer things
But can’t show her da love she was missing
All that touching and kissing
For what
To get in her head
Between her legs
But dat don’t do nothing but push ha to da edge
Giver her a clear shot
Don’t need to be blinded by love that’s not
You think dem deep secrets turn her on
She looking for an intellectual moan
Wanting to be surprised by what you do in da sheets
But you put it on display for the whole world to see
Like I said she’s a ball of energy
Don’t get confused because her hips & curves are like callings to your night stick
Cuz if you get to know ha you gonna want to say I drove ha
But it aint gonna be easy cuz this miss interpreted angle is a soldier
You can’t get the key to the lock unless you know her
Creedence Clearwater Revival, a successful classic rock band
performed Bad Moon On The Rise through out my great land.
The chorus of the song sings, There's A Bad Moon On The Rise,
but I always thought that they were all singing, There's The Bathroom On The Right.
...I say this most embarrassingly.
I was informed of the correct verse just recently.
My open heart is closed black and bright.
The hate is there too make me like.
No love resides but lives inside.
Death has brought me back to life.
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