Little girl lost
Without emotion
She floats on concrete
Shoes uffed over puddles
Running toward mommie
But mommie doesn't
Understand how to
feed this little
girl who is lost
And so without hope
And stranded in a
Rain Forrest she
Opens her diary
But only to close it
Without the words
She is lost for words
Lost without money
She chokes on P & B
Sandwiches
But stumiks the upsets
Of a broken Vail in her belly
She hides and trys to find somber
Sweet melodies
That will put her to sleep
Little girl lost
That's what people call her
In prison now
Hooked up to a mic now
She checks "1" 1 "2"
And speaks " who does really care"
This girl is gone and blue in the face
Of emotions
Final
Little girl lost.
Lyrics by Michael Coy and Jerry Curtis
You came for me and I am still flourishing
Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor
How funny it is to be a golden alchemist
cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully
into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing
how funny it is to be, a golden alchemist.
Michael Jackson
"Makes no difference if you're
Black or White", sang he~
No truer saying have I heard
from all of humanity!
10/27/2024
Robert's cause of death will probably be:
Corona Virus, at age 20
~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~
Death
Probable age of death
20
Probably cause of death
COVID 19
Other likely causes
Heart Disease
Diabetes
Liver condition
Noteworthy funeral attendees
Trisha Patsy Vau, aged 19 -girlfriend
Virgil James Cull, aged 81 -friend
Basic Information
Name:
Robert Micheal Best
Nicknames:
Bobbie / Tall Robert
Reason for nicknames:
Derived from Robert / Descriptive
Date of birth:
Thursday, 6th Jan 2020 (Age 20)
Star sign:
Capricorn
Nationality:
British
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Social class:
Middle class
Religion:
Atheist
Sexuality:
Straight
Education:
Some college
Course:
Sports science
Political views:
Far-left
Relationship status:
In a relationship with Trisha Patsy Vaughan
Career path:
Athletic/Profession Poet
a fiction write
6/24/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Micheal wanted to spend his life surfing
didn't really see the point of education
"what's the point I want to be a surfer
when I get older don't need an education"
How do you buy a surf board
how do you take care of a girlfriend
what happens if you have a child
surely you want money in life
Learning how to work with your hands
in metal work and wood work
could lead to a career
where you build surf boards
go surfing and earn the money
from selling surf boards
to pay for your life style
link your dream with a plan
perhaps tomorrow will see you succeed
Just sitting thinking of you oh how I wish I could see you how I wish I could hear the birds
calling your name I just wish I could ease the pain my days or lonely a space so open a
space so filled with blue why did you have to go I just wish I could have been that friendly
dove
Just sitting outside your window pain to chase away the madness the crazy rumors all the
lies to chase away the ones that brought you pain I loved you from a little boy ABC 1 2 3 I
oh how I wish it was just you and me you brought me so much joy I never doubted your
truth that came from your heart Oh Michael I wish I could hold you just to say it's okay my
heart brakes from time to time as I just sit in my chair looking at you wishing you was here
one day when the morning comes one day the pain will all be done I hope I can look at a
star and see you are not too far I loved you from the very beginning I love you even more
now I'll love you to the end of time as I sit here now with tears in my eyes someday
I hope your eyes will meet mine.
Copyright July 2010
I see the face.
A face of a monster.
A face of a friend.
A face that I once believed to be real.
I see him.
I see the demon within.
I see the little boy crying inside.
I see the stranger that you've become.
I see you.
I understand your pain.
Suffering.
And loss.
But becoming the person that I once loved.
To a person that I'll always hate.
Is turning from friend to enemy.
You've changed from the first time we met.
But that change wasn't good.
You've turned from good to evil.
Good as Abel.
Evil as Kane.
Sometimes I wish it was the opposite.
And sometimes I wish we never met.
But I can never change you.
And that's the worst feeling yet.
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check it out on this Thanksgiving Weekend!!
How tragic to hear that,
Micheal Jackson has died
Although, to make some
sense of it, We tried
In between All the tears,
We cried
Over, Our long-time emblem
of pride
Whose death stood to be a
massive, CAREER suicide
For We, from the Reality of
his ending genius, could Not
hide
But, We thank him, for the
interesting journey of a ride
You came into this world as a blessing
Fighting for your life
Soon life was yours
Then it was almost taken from you again
You fought that off as well
Life was suppose to be long for you
I thought you would be around for awhile
But then in one heart beat
Your life was taken away
It ended to quickly
Now I will never be able
To see your loving face
Your smile that lights up my day every time I see you
You were the little brother I never had
Now I realize that
You were my little brother!!
And I will forever miss you...
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