Too Many Things To Write About
(quick note: I wanted to write somethin but was stuck...so i wrote nothin about everything)
Objects in life they call to me,
To tell their story that eyes can’t see.
Feelings too, ooh how the heart bleed,
A long silent travel of a tumble weed.
Treasures and trinkets, Gods creatures and land,
When pen meet paper there’s never a plan.
Shall I shock, or keep safe, with words of charm,
Be political, maybe cynical to all those that harm.
Bring some light to a soul,
Too dim to let go.
Or inspire a dream with a promise to uphold,
Or an adventure…exciting
With all the things that unfold.
All the time they scream
At poor ole me,
To be the first acknowledged
By these ABC’s.
In Ink, lead or computer screen.
Written By: Anthony BamBam!! Thomas aka God’s Monsta
Copyright © Anthony Thomas | Year Posted 2014
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