my back was unpressurized tonight about 3 hours ah, i was about
to type ago. What else, well
just interviewing
myself
about to ask me some questionz. Who is
that person alive somewhere longing to
unshackle themselves / yet keys are within
the thread that it weaves. Yes,
to life, beautifully strengthen one another,
live vicariously and hear it in the thunder.
Bail out of blunderz
ve
all daily wonder of something or another.
Watch
the rain
fall instinctively smoke
rises from desserted dust
laying scorched in the earth
as imaginary beliefs of solutions littering
pollution. Forgiveness the farthest away from our
mind, just strands of dna connected intertwined at
the roots, i am putting on my boot. Think of
correct statements to say that it will alwayz feel, stay
this way. Pause, oxygen circulatez, pattering rain on a roof sounds
like
footsteps marching
unfortunately in battle. The most unjust
cruel
inhumane
self serving consumer
professional mind controlling false deitiez,
this war of loss.
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 3:39 AM UTC
like im head past bunny hell brain bed home feel death grandma god stop man time mind life hope fuck monkey self inside light chest just death love life like time eyes feel heart thing day words things man dont truth lay oh close fear father disease way hear mindz
Mar 2, 2010
Mar 2, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC
Energy well spent keeping it up for daze asking for time well only cause it pays, put some dressing on that hard earned cash fill your bellies with curbside trashloveno nonot a thing of the pastfor the mask is hateas it is taken off and we seelove is the future's fateLayLayLaydown this law for corruption seeks hid within the eager heartit beatsit beatsit beatsas blood flowz this life that windsthe water that flowzCheck the temperature degreesfahrenheitcelsiusthe ones who say they are watchingusing these magnets todestroy us we must killto see thrill and sneezeto feel disease that we deny beneathour eyezthe death that callsthe death that textsthe death that has sexand doesn't stop until we restOur only prize thisdeath that lays feel it's burnit's lovein the sun's raysSit,stay,come here girlroll over,play dead,shake my hand,here is a treat lie in wait for our certain fate that before theseon this orb, there were many more who also could not outlive a mutualend /There is thismessagewaiting for me to send," love "
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 9:18 AM UTC
Cursive consiergePeace & Love Reign from above, wehave inspired a revolutionhaven’t we. They are just waitingfor the words and me to saywhen. Well pen it looks like we have done it again.Inspired the masses that theycan fill their glasses. Justdon’t give in become one ofthe masses. The life has alwaysbeen here we just too eassilyfear the truth of righteousness.Our eyes are now opened repentfrom sin fall to your knees.As you sneeze and all his children in fear oflife after death repeat after me and say GOD BLESS.. You
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:57 AM UTC
There seems to be tendencies that my ligaments won’t forget. The old one where the same feelings are forced upon you by your body, with you having no control of where your mind decides to land.It all comes back to the same, the answer is in your hands.
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
All the things in this world todaywho has time to workwhen there is so much to playmother i missed your call /for it is only nature of the human learningfrom the fallfather,father of david,father of time,i love you as wellthough you may not understand the rhyme /this is solid,this cell of solitary confinementthat wordz put in need some definementclose my lidput the first shovel full of fresh dirton this solitary cell of wood /Just when it hurt, thoughwe never thought it wouldJust these feelings thatagain belong to nature’shumanthough when i speak with thesedrums, strings, and thingswriting on beat yet who can keep up with a song of life that is so complete /There are 2 types of matter when it comes to thenature’s humansthere is the wheat that feedsand the weeds that bleedconsistentlyworking their way through the heatyet only one we can eat /There is no such thing as defeator timeonly such things in this moment mattersuch as this rhyme /i would lie if i told you there was no plan,this one is calledmodern day manjust another modern day manjust another day manjust another man
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:50 AM UTC
God knows how
you feel, that creation
of feeling was God’s /
So humanity could feel
an ounce of the
selfishness taken by our
freewill for loneliness
with a meager
attempt at knowledge /
Oh please, advert those
eyes from the edge
for the next time you start
to fathom the
fall,
and though I
pray for his angels
I call /
They obey God’s law of
freewill
as I cry in prayer
and follow over the
windowsill,
we meet
halfway to the ground
hold each other close and
don’t hear a sound, we kiss /
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 12:44 PM UTC
Listen,
do you hear it too,
the song of a bird’s chirping /
A soft wind blowing,
all thoughts stopping and
our minds knowing /
Star cast upon a clear
dark sky, in the dark
you are glowing /
The eye upon it’s love
locked forever in a gaze /
Like the mist our purpose
meaningful, though short, lifting
like a haze /
Do you hear it too,
the bird’s song,
found it’s home,
chirping all along /
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 9:00 PM UTC
amid vast beyond the
culprits pulpit were stirs of
angst / With no mask it
shoved the future choice
leader into a basket / Flow
life take sulfur
downstream where all the
sharks swim alongside a
dolpin’s dream / On a land
by ourselves with no one
too bothersome and the
upside down possums
awaiting the latest
daffodil blossom / Catch
a bee fly with me sleep
upside down and now tis
we / The most beautiful
thing these eyes have yet
to see is thee also I
declare please charge me
no fee for I have no
control over what
direction the chemicals
inside choose for my
words to plea / Rather a
distant moon rise on a
galaxy afar like your
bodies freckled in perfect
place as we stare at the
stars in outer space /
Thoughts of these kind of
things and my heart starts
slow and then begins to
race / The words lack
description of the true
minds inscription what my
soul is in need of prescription
is truly love’s clearest
diction / As some may claim
this only exists in fiction I
am a believer in miracles
as I close my eyes and
know /
As praying, beautifully amen for
snow /
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
Shaped lines speak
fragmented paraphrased letters
lined upon page which
turns into a paragraph
then turns into an essay
afterwards a speech now
it is approaching an idea
once that occurs now
it is an accepted statement
or value
held true with the glue
that stuck together that
first line upon the second
with one thing many people
have thought of somewhere
before once upon a universe
Where does the line get
real in our galaxy, peace / Abdullah
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC