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A Turnip and a Cabbage
are walking down the street.
This may seem a might peculiar
as they hadn't any feet.
Before you judge and criticize,
I beg your minds to wander.
To take a moment just to see
on what the herbage ponders.
The Cabbage says, 'The sun is out,
it makes a lovely day.
It is nice to see the other Plants
we meet along the way.'
The Turnip nods approvingly,
the Cabbage is his chum.
For every day they walk this way...
they both begin to hum.
There are no words, no songs they know,
they no not how to sing.
But they cannot miss what they do not know
so no sadness does it bring.
They leave the street and find a trail
leading to a brook.
Where they find a tree, a friend of theirs...
looking at a book.
'What do you have?' The Turnip says
with interest in his voice.
'Something bad, you should not see...
I leave it to your choice.'
Tree hands the book, which Turnip takes
while Cabbage jumps to see.
They flip the pages, both in awe,
they gasp and ask the tree.
'Where did you get this?' Such a story,
we do not believe our eyes.
What Plant would write of such a state?
It surely must be lies.'
The tree responds, 'These sad affairs
happened long ago.
By a species less developed
with little wisdom to bestow.
They were unkind... some cruel and dark,
always out for more.
They hated all... were prone to cheat,
they invented a thing called War.
They fought tooth and nail for shiny objects,
over which they fussed.
Destroyed themselves... their culture gone,
a victim to their lust.'
The Cabbage and the Turnip
let out a cushioned sigh.
But Turnip strains, 'I am still confused.
What does the book imply?'
Tree thinks a bit, 'It was Nature's way
to cleanse our treasured Earth.
To fight disease and cure infection...
saving only things of worth.'
So to those of you who doubt this tale,
forgive my little rant.
But take from this most people lack...
the brains God gave a Plant.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
I awake and i see the sunrise just as you do.
But at times i feel these clouds cover my mind.
My desire fades and i long to sleep.
Why won't you come and lay beside me?
I feel like it's time to save someone.
To save myself.
Come.
Place your hand in my hand.
Wear your heart on your sleeve.
I guarantee that i will guard it with my life.
Can't you see that i'm here to serve my purpose?
Born an bred an optimist.
I became a chosen pessimist.
I wandered down a broken path.
Unbreak my heart.
I'll show you something that will last.
Forever.
Take a breath.
This is all that i have left.
Broken promises have left me scarred.
Tragedy has locked me behind these iron bars.
Come set me free.
Give me something to believe in and i'll show you a bleeding heart.
Full of passion.
My patience has worn thin. I've been abandoned.
Lead astray.
Now take my hand.
Let's walk this way.
You are the sun and you are the stars that wipe away the clouds.
You are the drug that keeps me calm and sane.
A light in this darkened world.
The Hell i have created for myself.
The trials and tribulations that have left me scathed.
All the times i have been betrayed.
Trust lost.
I know you are not the same.
Trust in me as i have trusted in you.
I'll take your hand and no longer tremble in fear.
I'm not asking for much.
Just for a few moments to pick up the pieces.
The clock is ticking.
Distance has separated itself from me.
As you draw near i have nothing to fear but fear itself.
What is there to believe?
Have faith.
Find hope.
Believe in something.
Someone.
Do something with the cards you have been dealt.
Make a move.
The only thing you have to lose is time.
A restless soul.
Sleepless nights have taken their toll.
Break the cycle.
This is our time to pursue the hopes and dreams you have held close.
The hour glass is spilling.
Look me in the eyes.
This is our time to rise.
You are a friendly face in the crowd.
Hear my heart beat loud.
You have repaired the damage.
Let's take advantage of the time placed in front of us.
This is a letter to my inspiration and the people who inspired me to write
There's a lot of writers who I have a desire to be like
While Adding my own style from what their words taught me
I always looked up to rappers because I didn't have my parents support me
I fell in love with rhyming at a young age
Heard Eminem when I was 8, and began to see how many rhymes I could fit on one page
Writing about my flaws, helped me become stronger & move past my dumb ways
I was sitting in the children's homes hoping my family would call
But they didn't so it was just me, my pad, pen and posters on my wall
I love Bone Thugs and Wu tang
Hip-Hop kept me up to date with the new slang
That's part of the reason I talk this way
Parents weren't around but Run DMC taught me to walk this way
I'll fight the power even if I become the public enemy
I hold my pen close, me and the pad have amazing chemistry
Put my heart in every line there's isn't a space filler
Trying to be like Ghostface Killah
Inspired by many but intimidated by none
A true writer knows their pen is more powerful than a gun
I feel like I'm writing from Tupac's dropped pen
Using the same ink that was used by Rakim
Grew up hoping to be like Biggie, Tupac, Jay-Z, Eminem, Nas
Common, Ice Cube, Big Pun, Big L, I want to rhyme like the gods
If you don't consider those guys as gods your opinion is Invalid to me
Every sentence you speak will be a Ballad to me
because I'll feel sorry for everything you say
Can you look beyond the words see the picture on display?
Wanted to write like KRS-One, Mobb deep, MC Eiht, big Daddy Kane
Idolising all these rappers and writers because my daddy never came
Will I be considered fake because I idolize rappers and not poets
Will anyone understand why I wrote this?
It wasn't until recently I understood why J.Cole wrote Let Nas down
If you compare me to anyone I've mentioned I'll never have the crown
I wonder if any of my idols would like any of the lines my pen is creating
This is a letter to my inspiration
I OPENED A DOOR TO A TIME BEFORE,
WITH DELUSION, MYSTERY AND SO MUCH MORE.
THE SUN WASN'T SHINING BUT THERE WAS PLENTY OF LIGHT.
I FELT TRAPPED IN A WORLD BETWEEN DAYTIME AND NIGHT.
THE STREET LIGHTS HAD CANDLES, NONE OF THEM LIT.
THAT THREW ME OFF, FOR A MOMENT A BIT.
COBBLESTONE STREETS AND BUILDINGS OF BRICK.
A STENCH IN THE AIR THAT WAS MAKING ME SICK.
I LISTENED REAL CLOSE I HEARD SOMEONE WEEPING.
IT SOUND LIKE THEY SAID IT'S THE SECRETS I'M KEEPING.
I LOOKED UP THE STREET SAW PEOPLE WALKING ALONG.
I RAN TO THAT SPOT AND FELT SOMETHING WAS WRONG.
I STOOD IN THAT SPOT WITH MY BACK TO AND ALLY.
I HEARD A GIRLS VOICE SAY MY NAME IS SALLY.
I TURNED AROUND AND WITNESSED A FLASH.
I LOOKED TO THE GROUND AND SAW A PILE OF ASH.
I HEARD PEOPLE LAUGHING, IN BACK, TO MY RIGHT.
I SPUN AROUND QUICKLY, THERE WAS NO ONE IN SIGHT.
I STROLLED DOWN THE STREET AND THOUGHT QUAINT LITTLE TOWN.
WHAT REALLY SEEMED STRANGE, THERE WAS NO ONE AROUND.
I STROLLED THROUGH THE PARK TO TAKE IN THE SIGHTS.
I SAW A LOVELY YOUNG LADY, WHO'S SMILE WAS BRIGHT.
I JUST HAD TO ASK, DO YOU REALLY EXIST?
WITH A WINK AND A NOD SHE GAVE A SLAP ON MY WRIST.
COMPLETELY SURPRISED, THIS MADE ME GASP.
SHE SAID MY NAME IS TAZZIE AND I LIVE IN THE PAST.
I SAID MY NAME IS PEPPERMAN. SHE SAID I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
YOU WALKED THROUGH THE PORTAL FROM A WORLD NOT FAR.
I WAS REALLY QUITE STARTLED. DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
SHE TOOK HOLD OF MY HAND AND SAID PLEASE WALK THIS WAY.
THE SUN SEEMED TO SHINE WITH A WARM GENTLE BREEZE.
THE FEELING OF EMPTINESS DISSIPATED WITH EASE.
THE FRAGRANCE OF LILAC BOMBARDED THE AIR.
COLORFUL FLOWERS WERE EVERY-WHERE
FROM THAT POINT ON, THE PLACE CAME TO LIFE.
I FELT MY MEMORY WAS SHARP AS A KNIFE.
ICE CREAM VENDOR AND CHILDREN AT PLAY.
THIS ALL TOOK PLACE ONE YESTERDAY.
Tonight am feeling alone again
Feeling trashed, hopeless, restricted
And wasted in drain
All day spent in wake of dreams
In sake of go pink
Dreams got tired of floating
And there they are, been sinking again
Tonight am feeling broken again
I want a few days in my life
Which i call them happy and light
Overwhelmed and energized
Which reflection start from my cheeks and chase my eyes
How happening it would be, how dreamy it is
But this starless dark night with no way to brightness nor showing the way right
made me a pessimist again
Tonight am feeling broken again
Eager to learn and ready to lose
nice to meet me when this was true
Today’s situation updated my version
With no hopes and peace and all blues
With no feats
Passionate to fly and measure the heights
Here am throbbing the gate standing in rain with no fate and thin hope of light pierced my heart with the feel that
Yes you’ve been resulted a waste in all days and nights
This lost light, sight and pride attracts neither crowd nor myself and so
Tonight am feeling broken again
I can see the long road to life
silent as grave and scary as night
Illuminated with darkness and seems just not right
Calling me to walk this way
Me being brave
Started to follow the screeches from my heart
Hoping that would be amazing, dreaming that's gonna be satisfying
For which I've been running continuous
That hurt my feet
That loses my strength
That ripped my faith
Started bleeding my nose and taking my breath
Yet I choose to run a mile more just to see if this was meant to be
A mile more to see if this is how it will end
A mile more to see if i was really brave
A mile just for me
Am walking alone, running alone, bleeding again
I will feel broken again but won’t stop running, bleeding and dreaming again.
Soulful Ballad...
Truth in the silence now
By Michelle Morris
07/11/2020
You turn... And you walk away...
No more words... Left to say...
And there's a truth in the silence now...
And there's no hiding from the pain...
So you go on your way...
And I go on my own...
And we... We cut the thread...
Of all that held us here...
And I keep wondering why...
And you've got me on your mind...
How come we... We couldn't mix...
Our love, the distance couldn't fix...
Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh...
So you go on your way...
And I go on my own...
And we... We cut the thread...
Of all that held us here...
That held us here...
That held us here...
We were so close...
Now we're just tears...
Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh...
(Tears of hope... Tears of regret...)
Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh...
(Wishing life had played it better...)
Better for us... Better for us...
Better for us... Better for us...
And I keep wondering why...
And you've got me on your mind...
How come we... We couldn't mix...
Our love, the distance couldn't fix...
I wish you’d turn... And walk this way...
Have the right words... For us to say...
But there's a truth in the silence now...
And there nothing left but sighs...
So we walk away for good...
With tears in our eyes...
(Tears in our eyes...)
Tears in our eyes...
(In our eyes...)
Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh...
(Tears of hope... Tears of regret...)
Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh... Oh-oh-oh...
(Wishing life had played it better...)
Better for us... Better for us...
Better for us... Better for us...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Fe fy foe fum we are the crew who gets the job done.
Ranked with badges to whip with lashes.
We leave the scene, cold like ice from the murder we bring.
We put you to rest cause we are the best
and if it is murder she wrote, then we must confess.
We don't regret putting you in the ground.
We don't let nothing bring us down.
We walk this way, yea we walk this way.
spreading like the ice age,
we put you on a slate to be dissected.
Blood starts to spill when we come to kill,
gore and violence just gives us a thrill,
like being in a cell on death row hill.
With us you know ain't nothing happening.
We strike your force like a convoy phantom,
Like a ghost appearing in the midnight fog,
attacking you and your homey dogs.
Fe fi foe fum, we are the galicga crew
and this war has begun.
Modulatiing on multaling, can you deal with the trouble that you are facing.
I'm a blood liquidtarian that you are hating,
I feed on the lives that i be taking.
I leave you a satistic, I'm rapping emplistic.
You just another crew that were gonna be ditching.
And we walk this way, yea we walk this way.
Spreading like the ice age,
we put you on a slate to be dissected.
Blood starts to spill when we come to kill,
gore and violance just gives us a thrill,
like being in a cell on death row hill.
fe fi foe fum, we are the crew who gets the job done.
Up side down you have turned me,
we pushing terror to infinity,
like a insectrail swarm we come complete,
attacking your faith to uncernity.
Our empire known through out the land,
Laying you dead gives us the upper hand.
We walk this way, yea we walk this way.
Caught up in my own little world, love is so blinded
Wonder if it exists and has anyone truly find it, would they share it if it’s so rare?
My faith wants me to hold close, but lost images are ghost, what is it that I want the most.
To be close to heaven, will wings grow?
Fallen…
I’m light headed its effects has taken control like the intoxicating fumes from a red rose. What have I chosen, I can’t change your life, to dream your lost dreams without the compassion to survive. Short of time the hour glass almost empty the beaches are full and plenty, as I walk the sands of time.
So am I blind, trying to find something lost in dreams?
Alone, still holding on to something, close knit to the drama of my life walking and fighting for something that’s not there or anything that cares about me and mines. My mind stuck on this poetic verse; if I held it in would it hurt worst?
I’m tried of the trying times , I wish hard times got tired running out of ideas to cause me misery , the river of tears cried are like clouds in my eyes, like love it’s not clear.
Keep talking I’ll just walk this way maybe to a better place that would engrave a permanent smile on my face, stone hinge, a saving grace dressed in lace and love is my worst enemy. Pain just reminded me that I was caught up in my own little world, and my faith walked away leaving my shoulders strong.
Long strides of pride taken knowing somehow I will make it. Even though I’m caught up
Our symbol is one in three that is Sacred to us all.
It is one that we acquire in some fashion once we heed the call.
Keeping our purpose fully focused and our mind crystal clear.
Linking our hearts together to the ones we love most dear.
From our beloved Dragon we receive our Strength and Power.
So that in the face of Danger we won't be weak and cower.
They also give us Passion, Determination and Fire.
To more purposely obtain those things we most desire.
The Pentagram is Our Protection while we're learning to walk this way.
It grants us hope and courage - from this pathway not to sway.
The Pentagram can be worn point up or point down depending on your degree.
It's a Shining Symbol of who we claim we are and all we wish to be.
From our Beautiful Faeries we receive much Laughter, Joy, and Delight.
Just watching them play as they flutter their wings in flight
They remind us that we must take time to relax and to rest,
So that when we are needed to help - we can give our very Best.
Each Symbol standing alone has its own Distinctive Power,
That we draw upon in Times of Need - any day or hour.
Linking them together gives us the Power of Three,
Opening our Inner Eyes - enabling us to see.
Footnote: This poem I wrote because it describes the meaning behind our Coven Tattoo.
As one awakes he or she prepares to set forth in their day
from the next time your loved ones eyes meet we search for the words to say
to walking into work knowing meeting your goals and doing it their way
a quick call or text just to say hi, I love you, or just a reminder...you matter
watched or to be seen as some body when we at times we fill like the later
the need to be wanted, to want, to find, to be found, to hear, and to be heard
in a world where not all is as it should be or seen but where like animals we walk in a herd
do this don't do that, walk this way, say this, bit your tongue, resist, it is what it is
look into their eyes, hold their hands, wink, smile, hold and love
a moment a time weather here or there we find ourselves alone and think...reflect
ten twenty years ago to the years down the road and how much we learned... to neglect
we smile accept retreat to please and proceed without the care of our needs
we watch so we don't see we listen so we can't hear we do for it gives us reason...
within our reach yet we...continue this way
a smile for we know we are grateful for what we have and for curving our needs
thankful for the life we live the time we have the love that is...and our reasons
hard to let it out let some one know...to find the right words to say...
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