quids wonderland confessional
If I exist then so do you baby boo, don't be so professional.
Hit me up, little miss know it all
We can Post out *** tapes to **** hub, unspoken trust u would never lemme fall.

Let them watch, our kind love is fire.
They won't understand, but I know u do, neo traditional, never a lier.
Let me get drunk on your essence  and your presence admire
We can flaunt it all, my commitment will never tire.

I've been speaking another language or so it seems.
I know your out there. Not another one of these "queens"
The canvas of dreams
Waking up to the Ray's of sun your soul beams.

The rest of these bars are already written.
For when we meet and u got me smitten.
Ready to play lil kitten?
Just throwing it out there girl in bars, spitting

His pain is deep, he stroles through hell
Valley of the shadow of death?
Is nothing If u knew his anguish.
He suffers well
A good day that's where he go's to catch breath
There his deomos truly get rest
eyes closed
His minds eyes spoke
Lies it told him he died
he lost all hope
To face his own story though his own eyes
Feeling the pain he caused and all his lies
Choosing death sounds best said in jest
If that good guy had to die???
just know it wasn't you are you high?
Trying to stay positive and keep it light
Clearly loosing the fight
was he a hero, hell No
Not a hope in hell hed see heaven.
Villan disguised,
lies in his eyes
A Romeo, maybe tho?
cassonvoa? sky blue eyes it's over.
Juilets life spiral down the drain
He died 1st
So she would have time to recover
Find find a new lover
He he was rotten the worst
His death was not litural but that of spirit and soul
But years of many that ripped him in two no longer whole
Not even the souls essance
Spending time with him people felt no life no pressamce
His smile lost to time and memory
his laugh blew silent in the breeze
He was left an enemy
People abused him like giant flees
Blood suckers draining his last energy.
Before he left it's was said he became a dog
Parasites he got used to these
In pursuit of happiness he was about to meet his God.
Whatever he thought that was
One last breath he took her hand
His temptress had won
His demise she planned
She had his number on day one
Grinning as the sand spilled through his glass
His time was up he wasn't made to last
The sadow of a man fading away
not even lady luck  could saved him that day
Pq
He's had one last smile to put on his face
His arm in the air and ******* up
His last words were
"I never gave a ****"
A storm blew in and took him away
No remember 's his name such a shame
Trash The world couldn't wait to get rid
A myth once said his name was joahua or josh
Actually a good passionate and funny
Guy
personally if u ask me?
I'd say that myth was a lie
He was cold and couldn't care less
no love in his eyes,just glazed over
His love was a fallen angel
corrupt and rotten
Her pressance stole his life
As this story fortold
Second for second
She would never allow him to grow old
what he did for her, locked him out of heaven.
banned from the gates his soul would fall forever
Into the melting ***
A sinner God forgot
No children, no wife
She consumed every part life
For u see she was neither a women angel nor devil
Or a suddtress as he said
she was herion
power in bag
Which that storm was said to blew out
It Took him away, it his future
His Legacy and life died that minute
He finally let mr quid go too
In truth
If u saw one u saw the other
Quid was his brother
A second half of whole
For what he realised that moment
Was his other half he searched years,
Was the face looking back In waters refleftion
The peace they searched for
Was within himself he had been at war years now
Finally realising women blame for his pain
The sabotage his thought imagine and brain
So me made another character
To deal with the pain
to look in his own eyes
Look past the pain
Look past the lies
Quid was born  
Locking josh in back of his mind
Forced to face life
Forced to simile
Forced to Wait
just a while
Daily It starts all over
But there nothings left
To be taken or broken
Hes stronger now
Romeo and Juilet Was cute
next it will be mess
****** in mind
trying to stay
Blessed pshhhh
This is just my story
****** that won't lay Down
A just a ****** who refuses to frown
A just a ****** coming for everything even what u have chained down
I'd say lock away your women but this clown?
Already tho em and this town
These words hold no value
Just **** talking
Words walking
Mind's boring
Paper scoring
****** snoring
Sobriety exciting
Or so the words were at enthralling more than the pain of insomnia in recovery let me stop before I stutter mutter and rhyme with butter
Quid out

His pain is deep, he stroles through hell
Valley of the shadow of death?
Is nothing If u knew his anguish.
He suffers well
A good day that's where he go's to catch breath
There his deomos truly get rest
eyes closed
His minds eyes spoke
Lies it told him he died
he lost all hope
To face his own story though his own eyes
Feeling the pain he caused and all his lies
Choosing death sounds best said in jest
If that good guy had to die???
just know it wasn't you are you high?
Trying to stay positive and keep it light
Clearly loosing the fight
was he a hero, hell No
Not a hope in hell hed see heaven.
Villan disguised,
lies in his eyes
A Romeo, maybe tho?
cassonvoa? sky blue eyes it's over.
Juilets life spiral down the drain
He died 1st
So she would have time to recover
Find find a new lover
He he was rotten the worst
His death was not litural but that of spirit and soul
But years of many that ripped him in two no longer whole
Not even the souls essance
Spending time with him people felt no life no pressamce
His smile lost to time and memory
his laugh blew silent in the breeze
He was left an enemy
People abused him like giant flees
Blood suckers draining his last energy.
Before he left it's was said he became a dog
Parasites he got used to these
In pursuit of happiness he was about to meet his God.
Whatever he thought that was
One last breath he took her hand
His temptress had won
His demise she planned
She had his number on day one
Grinning as the sand spilled through his glass
His time was up he wasn't made to last
The sadow of a man fading away
not even lady luck  could saved him
He's had one last smile to put on his face
His arm in the air and ******* up
His last words were
"I never gave a ****"
A storm blew in and took him away
No remember 's his name such a shame
Trash The world couldn't wait to get rid
A myth once said his name was joahua or josh
Actually a good passionate and funny
Guy
personally if u ask me?
I'd say that myth was a lie
He was cold and couldn't care less
no love in his eyes,just glazed over
His love was a fallen angel
corrupt and rotten
Her pressance stole his life
As this story fortold
Second for second
She would never allow him to grow old
what he did for her, locked him out of heaven.
banned from the gates his soul would fall forever
Into the melting ***
A sinner God forgot
No children, no wife
She consumed every part life
For u see she was neither a women angel nor devil
Or a suddtress as he said
she was herion
power in bag
Which that storm was said to blew out
It Took him away, it his future
His Legacy and life died that minute
He finally let mr quid go too
In truth
If u saw one u saw the other
Quid was his brother
A second half of whole
For what he realised that moment
Was his other half he searched years,
Was the face looking back In waters refleftion
The peace they searched for
Was within himself he had been at war years now
Finally realising women blame for his pain
The sabotage his thought imagine and brain
So me made another character
To deal with the pain
to look in his own eyes
Look past the pain
Look past the lies
Quid was born  
Locking josh in back of his mind
Forced to face life
Forced to simile
Forced to Wait
just a while
Daily It starts all over
But there nothings left
To be taken or broken
Hes stronger now
Romeo and Juilet Was cute
next it will be mess
****** in mind
trying to stay
Blessed pshhhh
This is just my story
****** that won't lay Down
A just a ****** who refuses to frown
A just a ****** coming for everything even what u have chained down
I'd say lock away your women but this clown?
Already tho em and this town
These words hold no value
Just **** talking
Words walking
Mind's boring
Paper scoring
****** snoring
Sobriety exciting
Or so the words were at enthralling more than the pain of insomnia in recovery let me stop before I stutter mutter and rhyme with butter
Quid out

Swimming in circles hed eventually drown
In essance a king with a  crown
Waves broke anything he had ever planned
Sinking he needed land he need a hand
last breath
Feeling death
Feminine devinity smiled
Upon him life infinity
A mermaid in presence
A savour he saw no menace
Men lay dead around her See,-bed
Nothing mere about this man
perusue her oceans lengths where she led
His existence she would know "I am"
feel the words before he spoke them
Her voice a sirens call to home
A catch of a lifetime aim to net alone
A connection unspoken healed broken
Upon a thrown announced His Queen.
More valuable than the Oceans lost treasure and gold
A pure chance endeavor
Jypsys cards yester years for told
Do mermaid's tears givre live forever.
Gain was nothing ever wanted
Her tears to never see the ocean-floor.
A chance was the only thing form her he wanted granted
The sea was mysterious
He remained curious
She got away or so they say
I heard he never left that spot
Fishing endlessly
A Tamaltuious quest he lost
The sweet siren of her voice
The feeling of freshly layed snow within her eye's
Ice blue I wonder in time will she even remember September
His memory was fading it was May
2 hours from shore
To hand
She had changed everything
Without even touching his hand
One day the tide took him too
They say
hes at rest now with me his brother
his other
one in the same
one man 2 names
gratful for even that short window
for on those days the sunsn warmth
touched the deepest part of the sea bed
brought warmth if thats all hew can claim
Changed tides ppl forgot
he was different now hes not
<3
Ocean shores guides
#mrquid #Johnnyquid #mermaind
#quidink

Inked skin let the devil in.
A mistake you make.
Liviticus19:28
Now God will your soul forsake
You say your body is a temple,
So why not decided to paint walls.
Fearing Gods judgement sin and hell,
Avoiding the sound and smell of tattoos and parlor, well.
Trying to saint,
Realisticly a sinner
Eat your heart out,
jesus didn't hang with winners
Kane killed Abel like a beginner
Matthew a sinner and debt collector
Jesus still showed loved and a disciple he become, blossoming  nectar.
Religion and ink
Mix well together I think
Jeremiah 1:5
God already knew.
In a place without time or space.
In this unknown, before conception
we spoke face to face.
Every sin and wrong doing like a movie
seen time and time.
He knew me,
Mistakes I made, achieved
My life was never up to lady luck or plain chance.
Tattoos are a sin unto Gods image?  
Genesis1:27
created in perfection
So disease, pain,addiction and affliction?
he knew me before I began.
he knew I'd sin and would stain my skin.
Knew addiction knew lI would suffer endless torment and pain with in.
knew my life and knew what he planned
Gave me life and gave free will
decide? wanting God at my side?
Sins of mine just Dont hide.
Within but upon my skin too they resides
Wailling to let God in, decides Collisions 3:23
My heart he knew it.
Gilled it with passion and art.
Directed me with my addiction
Allowing no doubt in
True conviction
Romans 12:16
As if he vocalised my vocation
Truly unmistaken.
People came, passion grew.
His name they now, knew.
Some people a blessings,
Some a lesson.
Some he took along the way.
I still think of them everyday
The good die young or so I've heard
Read page to page every word 
In search of answers left dismayed  found only testimonies of the price paid
Used to sinners to convey words
The disciples lead on this quest
Not a soul he took in jest
Romans 1:12- 1 Timothy 4:14*
Talent inking a sin confused, left a haze,
In the end of days
before devil returns seals are broken
Realizing revolution's
Gods promise of condemnation.
Tallied my sins, passion carried
That of my addiction and life i buried.
Not willing to risk salvation
My soul needs rest
at the end of this Damnation;
selling it's self, sloth glutten greed ****** immorality
It's reality "
Pull in, all the cool people are here, or still Coming through, chill pool side, got your Shades on for flames in your eyes?
The devil said
Decided blessings
Tired of curses feeling like rehearsals
God lessons learnt?
Disbelieving trails ahead?
time for me to find one true?
Thing I only ask you?
God smide with my plans laid?
You made, last eye to eye,
1 Peter 4.10
My tattoing born in you
If you knew the my sins,
You knew my art
A skill you grew, in Grace
Done unto you
I now wear a tattooed
Cross upon my face.
Defined in you these sins I do
Soul Salvation
Or
Condemnation?
#Quidink #Johnnyquid