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Miles Patrick Poem
Lemme tell you a lil bit bout this crazy city. God don't like ugly, so models pay the cost to be pretty. Devine beauty, covered wit make up, worn by she. And she had everyone infatuated but me. I see another side of her, no on else does. I never followed a trend or did it juss because.... I did it for her, even when push came to shove. I was determined to recieve her California love. She loved sunny weather,the beach, and skateboardin. Never had tolerance for bull like Mike Jordan. She was a Laker fan, watched everysingle game. She was a glamour girl, attaining hollywood fame. But only if you only knew how heartless she could be. Gave birth to gangsta rap, her favorite letter was a G. While others favorite was a N followed by a V. Oblivious to everything she did not quite (C) see. She was a bad mother never cared about her kids. They grew up to screw up, they never stayed on top like lids. But me....I guess she had mercy on mah soul.Had a prayer in mind, and it's God who I extol. L.A.......damn what can I say? I mean you always break mah heart, but a brotha still be willing to stay...They said Jesus Christ was dead and the devil is a lie, so if hell is underground then burry me 6ft deep in the sky. Cloud 9 would do just fine. Maybe then I'll prolly find....the city Angels left behind.
Copyright © Miles Patrick | Year Posted 2009
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Miles Patrick Poem
Ripped my eyes out and glued them to the back my head. Had to watch my mouth and back, for they were left for dead. I never had a shoulder to cry on, to comfort the stress. Alot is on my brain. But it won't let my tounge confess. My heart was pullin my leg when it said it loved my blood. So I cut my nose to spite my face, then threw it in mud. My lips held secrets. My index made it pinky promise, it wouldn't snitch. While my palms itched for a profit like Nostradamus. And destiny had a bone to pick with me. She never wanted opportunity to fall in my lap. But when it's time to ride, I just buckle like a kneecap. With this iron fist, I conquer and rule crowds. Sitting at my throne, I keep my head in the clouds. So, hand the world to me on a silver platter. I'll place my thoughts on the moon and show you mind over matter...
Copyright © Miles Patrick | Year Posted 2009
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