Almost unnasuming I give you Richard Vobes,.' On many
Platforms his 'humanity shows' He's not the slickest.!
As he expores lifes paths, yet despite our tribulations current'
He giving it a blast.! His vibes are bright.' His manner is
Great, respect where its due.' He's seldom irrate' not judge-mental..I don't see that.' more con-fluential..I put; just 'off pat' ? He's down in Worthing, by the soothing sea, this homemade
Hero..Why don't you look and see? He's on 'old you tube'
Mind they moniter him strong..' yet he's all for freedom each
Day and night long.' You can get him on rumble on ute
Too..Why not tune in? And get aquainted.? It could be the
Best thing? you'll do.!
Smiling in the street while it thunders,
today is the day I let my mind go,
I turn my cap inside out,
climb up the trees to look below.
Fill my pants with leaves and bark,
my heart fills up with love,
on my arms some feathers grow,
and become a mourning dove,
To coo in ways both sad and glad,
the crowd of people are irrate,
the flashing lights irrelevant,
I must fly and find a mate.
Us mourning doves get lonely,
so I crash into the ground,
bird school taught not how to flap,
now hear the mourning sound.
When the phone rang the other day
It made me laugh, I let my mind play
I had to stop and check the date
I heard every word in an even toned way
I felt your words were over played
And yea I guess I fell in love the same
I clearly recall the time I saw you last
Let me stop here and say I appoligze for that
The way I behaved a sinister fillet
You had every reason to be irrate
Listening to your every word blammed
Lost in a world severly inflammed
Just to the gate, Lord
thy own wait
in prayer's tranquility,
some answering to so abate!
My conscious level of irrate
Oh, Lord, thy patience reinstate
that Faith could help me so innate
to open wide, Lord, not in fate!
As thy own mercy, cleanse my weight
of life's dull burdens,
to the gate
a humble vestage, not ingrate!
Not overbearing, filled with hate
or pitious, selfish thoughts of great!
Just to the gate then let me wait,
a child of God, in hopeful rate!
In piousness, but not sedate
or repressed logic, fill-in, late ~
forever, living as thy mate
Just to the gate, Lord ~ to the Gate!
O ut of control
I t shouldn't have happened
L ots of destruction
S hame on BP
P lease stop this disaster
I irrate and upset
L ots is at stake
L oss of God's creations
I sit unaware in silence completley bare without an ounce of care
waiting for peace impatiently
the peace never comes
I sit there drenched in pain and dissapointment
how long must I wait I'm becoming irrate
betrayed since birth, no self worth
I sit feeling no joy
I tremble and cower in complete distrust, still waiting for my peice
wanting to scream, is this life or just a dream
not varing for once whos ear it hurts
my cries always unanswered leaving me mute no longer any words
I carry them on my face place to place
feeling like such a discrace
always shamed always shunned that is where the guilt begun
I stuff it deeper and deeper
making me uglier as it creeps up begining to kill me
silent rage feeling as if I'm locked in a cage
my soul is confussed and wanting to use
my hate hides my hope and steals my truth
I sit here and wait silently and patiently
all alone
Long before my birth
you decided I had no worth
You decided you didn't want to be my father
but I don't understand what's the bother
I don't undertand what I could've done
to make you not want me as your son
I heard you already had a son, my brother
who is from a different mother
I should feel like I'm someone
but I don't because of what you've done
I also feel that I'll never be loved by anyone
and that I'm not worthy of love from anyone
My cousin teases me a lot
I think he liked doing this a lot
All of this makes me extremely sad
and a little bit mad
No matter how much I try not to, I cry
and embarassment has made me lie
Although you've cause me a lot of pain
somehow I haven't gone insane
Eventhough it's been more than twenty years
the pain still hurts like being stabbed by spears
And I'm still plagued with lots of fears
that when it comes to me, no one cares
To be honest, this makes me quite irrate
and filled with lots of hate
And now because of what you've done
I'll never ever consider myself your son
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