Look over your shoulder everyday,
nothings forgotten just because you prayed.
A beautiful person is gone,
because of your jealousy and greed.
I'll pray for you because I believe,
God saw that and that's all we need.
it's night
look over your shoulder
look at the past day's toil
what do you have to show for your sweat your
tears?
if every droplet of sweat
every tear
was shed for something
for someone,
it could even be yourself,
then drift away to a restful slumber and
dream
A Silent whisper hanging on the breath of the night.
Another lost soul out of control in the pale moon light.
A sliver of silver, the Autom shiver on a cool dark night.
If you look over your shoulder it's right where I told you
in the pale moon light.
You're dancing with demons, I bet you never see them.
on a cool dark night in the pale moon light.
We are all silent whispers hanging onto the edge
of a life. In the pale moon light on a cold dark night.
Wait, bus driver. Look over your shoulder.
Do you see any kid sleeping? Nope? Check.
Walk to the back and take a look. All clear?
Checked under the seats? No luck? Check.
Can you hear any faint movements? No?
Proceed, you're the only human on the bus.
Remember to look over your shoulder
Before moving to the left lane to pass
And if nothing is coming, move over quickly
After signaling and press on the gas!
After this maneuver move to the right,
And maintain your speed up, don’t slow
Or, the one you passed will eagerly fight
For fast-slow-fast-slow, simply doesn’t go!
Good driving manners are appreciated out on the road,
So, move along like a jackrabbit, don’t drive like a toad!
written January 21, 2022
Love all and trust few a Wiseman quoted
Only the strong and smart will take note
For that saying will strengthen what was wrote
And not be casted aside by others vote
It's like whisper to beware of cut throat
Keep your friends close but keep your enemy closer
That way you won't always have to look over your shoulder
Its like the saying goes block what you build with bolder
And encrypt what's important in folder
Speech is silver especially when spoken with a fork tongue
Saying what you please just because you are young
Would only make you look dumb
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
taking you to places you need to know
rap is the harmony to take away my anxiety
not since the old famed Redd Fox boy that homeboy do think a lot
boogy down to the socks
I sit as a rose without its thorn
some may curse the very day they were actually born
but you got to wait your turn
one soul soars while the other will burn
like the world watch it turn
Rap to the rhyme & rhyme for a reason
its like the changing of the seasons without any reason
in time the seed would grow into a healthy stalk
come with me let's go for a walk
the more you breath the less you talk
folks in the numbers under the satin covers with home made lovers
by choice we often wander friends growing fonder hair getting blonder
the message is getting bolder have to look over your shoulder society's getting colder
yes that seed would grow into fruition to late on your tuition start listening
when I'm alone in my room then i stare at the wall in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
like a bird please light the flame walk the walk away from the criminally insane
why should I complain I'm making the green bling living in a land so very mean
I want to be close to you. I want to be close to you like how A is close to B,how 1 is close to 2.Babe I envy how your bra lies close to your heart how it hears each and every pulse of your beating heart,how it feels the softness of your breast that is so tender to the touch. I Elias hope one day to feel the tenderness more and as many times more than the clothing itself.beb just imagine how a spoon feels the sweetness of your lips which I adore and crave to kiss,please my dear I don't want to be in front of you for you to catch up with me or behind you for you to look over your shoulder, I want to be by your side where we walk with one another and also where the proximity is at zero so beb zero proximity is my total key to future love.
Dressed to kill down to the heels
Locked and loaded with sites on infamy
shots fired in the vicinity of destiny
todays game, is change my name
unleashed and tailor fit for your Identity
nice suit but I still resent all the AkA’s
Shattered I am and fractured I remain
rage, scars and every breathe in between
I escaped a dying breed
Big brother watches over me but it ain't free
each piece taken, traded and destroyed
equals one for the devil and three for me
I got mad skills for the long haul
ready for the free fall
looking out for number one
my disguise is the fade into everyday
look over your shoulder
Subtlety is what you see not me
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan aka Sheer Terror
Revealing emotions so close to the source
Of the pain and the anguish, is par for the course.
Do not display your essence, your soul
For fear of life taking, and swallowing you whole.
Protect all you have, or treasure most dear
Look over your shoulder, and cover your rear.
The thieves are around you, hidden by lies
They mingle close now, in the heavy disguise.
So take my hand, trust only in me
I’ll find a way to let us be free
I was Eurydice and you were my Orpheus,
But you never cared to look over your shoulder.
You fastened your pace and I failed to follow,
Left in a land even darker and colder.
No music, no colors, no hope, no you,
I tried to scream but my lips were on fire.
So I swallowed the flames and called out your name.
I was a muse with no one to inspire.
So I drowned in thick silence,
On my bruised lips just one name.
For I was still Eurydice,
But my Orpheus never came.
I'm still here.
Don't let my age fool you,
The troopers said I caused the nation trouble...
Which nation ?
Just Scotland ?
Nae...
All those who run from the Truth that eats them inside.
The killing times continue...
Trying to bury the Way,
But they don't know it just becomes a seed
That grows without work
And thrives in opposition.
You can't hang the Life into the past
My head still thinks
My hands still work
Beyond the Edinburgh grass market
Beyond the Covenanters influence,
Look over your shoulder
I'm still here.
James Renwick, minister, hung at the Edinburgh grass market in 1688 for his faith, aged 26. When the troopers found him, they said "is this young man the one causing the nation so much trouble" ?. They were called "the killing times" in Scotland. They cut off his head and hands and put them on the gates of the city. He is still here.
You have played a dirty trick
It's not nice and very sick
Giving my best friend a call
Saying you like her after all
Setting up the perfect date
And pretending to create
A nice romantic and sweet scene
Not showing up was very mean
She was hurt and so upset
She won't forgive or forget
The way you treated her that day
But you laughed saying it's O.K.
Where's your morals and respect
Your worse than a creepy insect
With no care or disregard
You make others hearts fall hard
What made you so cruel and horrid
With no intentions to ever stop it
You better look over your shoulder
Because one day you'll find Karma
Knocking you right on your a--
There is not one ounce of class
In your body anywhere
If I were you I'd start to fear
The day you wake up in a home
No one around-- your all alone
When everything and everyone repel from you
Because of the evil you emanate,
Your hushed shadow always stays with you-
It stays true like a son, or a loving dog,
right at your heels, never talking.
Speechless as a stick.
But beware
When that very Shadow starts stalking you
Since it has had enough of your evil stench
There is nowhere else to self conceal....
For you will Look over your shoulder
And it will still be there, there and there-
Like the eery ghost of the victim you gutted.
You will Shiver and thin and thin
As teeth quiver and rattle in a blink
While that Shadow will but rub its nebulous hands
and grin, grin, grin,
And with cold-eyes, whisper-
"Till death do us part, buddy,
I shall Haunt you to death."
as you stroll alone
here or rome
be bolder
look over your shoulder
you never know
so as you go
kept mind unstack
and
WATCH YOUR BACK
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