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can i slip you a note and slip out of these clothes better yet i`ll just change
clothes. change clothes change me with a pocket of change and a pocket of
dust, beware the dust my friend`s the sand man. hey you could you pass this on
to myfriend, oops she touched it i think she passed right out, quick pass me a jar
in this i`ll keep my friend if not she`ll pass outta my world and outta my hands. no
longer in my world she`s outta my hands, so now i stand up to be seen or fall to
stand down. i`m going down when it`s all over so i`m going to stand tall now and
slip into a world of a god greater than i. here i am love you can take my hand or
stay in the one you are in, but here`s a small tale believe it or not either hand you
choose are both hand in hand there is a new contender on the field in the battle
of good and evil take my hand and we`ll ignore them both. good and evil angelic
spies tell on me, they`ll give me a break but i won`t clam down. i`m on the path of
destruction and thats not a tall tale, if i asked you to choose would you hop on or
bail. it`s real LOVE no matter the choice you choose because we all have a fear
of dyin too soon.
"Just a thought"
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They tell me i'm crazy because i choose to sleep in my car, quickly they add up
how much money i should be making. to that i can only reply, in order to achieve
the goals i want to reach i must endure a little suffering now. i call myself crazy
cause i wish to write to and about you passionately. to that i can only say i hardly
know you. this is not a poem and i tried not to write in any rhythmic pattern. just
thoughts that need releasing, thoughts i've long tried to ignore.
i try to be happy but its hard when it seems so much is going so wrong. six
weeks ago i totaled my ride; my folks tell me God was looking out for me. that’s
kinda hard for me to believe when there are so many more that not only need
him/her but want him/her to be a presence in their lives.
i work day in and day out but i cant show you anything worth while. voices tell me
i'm an emt i should be happy saving lives, but they don’t see the hell i see. the
voices love me, i can tell they do, it's in the messages they give to me. they talk of
things i need to be doing, and refuse to hear the things i want to be doing. voices
are all i have to tell who's who, you see their faces have long since faded in order
to release all emotional attachment.
i hope you stayed with me this far, because i'm talking about happiness. some
day is too far away to wait and tomorrow is too soon to obtain all i have set for
self. i think i'll choose to find happiness now writing, more so writing with you in
mind. from this i hope questions will arise, questions that will be asked and
answers demanded. my thoughts don’t stop coming though i wish they would.
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Hey girl or hey love its all one in the same, i do have feelings but along the way i
forgot the name. but please keep in mind i remember the times and above all
else i remember the smile, the smile thats yours when it`s focused on me.
something is busting loose but i can keep it in chains please i lie and i know it i
don`t want to hold back you`re stronge enough for the two of us so you say no. i
flow to off beats of hearts old and young, maybe you can open yours and i can
flow to you. maybe another day another time another letter, nahh i think it`s about
to come out now.
the first time we met i wasn`t sure if you got down a smile ear to ear with lips
chocolate brown. i didn`t wonder till later would you inhale with me and let me
stuff your blunt with my L-O-V-E, most definitly we can get higher than the clouds
that watch the sin shared between you and i. can`t really say i know much about
you, can`t really say you know much about me. the meaning of my journey is to
find true love, but at times i wonder do i know what love is. deliver them from evil
and deliver us from me, i`ve been told i share forbidden love so stay away please.
i remember the letters and how they started off, hey girl whats up with you. i`m
just chillin never illin because i got that can do feelin. yes i can do it, but only if i
wanted. maybe i just tell myself that because i can`t stand to fail nor do i stand to
fall, ain`t that a hoot because we fall to stand and stand to be taller; look at me
don`t i stand out. i must be out of my mind to write this way, lets go out on a date
out on the town let the night pass and slip outta this world. whoa look out i think i
fell in some love, but i don`t think she noticed so lets move on.
" FLIP PAPER OVER"
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"some where inside of me i found a place where i hate to visit a place where
typical things no longer matter."
the search for understanding has uncovered many reasons why i no longer
believe in the ability of mankind to decipher not only right from wrong but today
from tomorrow. on an individual bases its easier to feel and listen to one's
conscience, but on a mass scale the line between right and wrong, even deeper,
good and evil is blurred. on a mass scale the crusades seemed right, but for an
individual person to kill in the name of god is wrong. decisions placed in the
hands of those that affect themselves the most often fail to choose the choice
that will best fit the needs of a day yet to be seen.
the focus of this observation is love, it seems the straight will walk crooked to be
with the one they feel is the most acceptable to the "needs" they feel come first.
one can either choose to accept a love based on the financial establishment of
the American society or physical desire.
in nature, where the bases of all life behavior stem, the idea of love does not
exist. a mate is chosen for the betterment and/or survival of the species. so one
can argue that choosing a love based on the ability of financial security is a
natural desire. the idea of being 'loved' is one of the many reasons that push us
to seek for companionship. Maybe it's the idea of love that needs defining.
ideas are one of a kind true to those that conceive them; obscured by those we
confide them in along with the media's interpretation of perfection. some say "in
a simpler time," but i find it hard to believe in a simpler time in life when choosing
a love was any easier.
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