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PhiWrit Nov 2015
Livin life without *
Oh you didn't hear
It start's with f
If it get's in your ear
It'll eff your whole year
If the sign you see here
Is this rhyme scheme, Cheers
You're living life without fears.
While you were putting 5 carrats in your baby girl's ear
I was plotting on planting carrots in a plot not so near
Where the ***** hoes sift earth
Not ***** hoes who's only gift is givin birth
PhiWrit Nov 2015
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just
Trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'm
Lying my way from

If you feelin like a **** *****, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
****** is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to God, props to His Son of course
Tryin to hustle some things, that tranquilize a horse
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
******* to the law, better read up the psalms
All the ladies they love me, but the Preachers they screamin
All His Body is bouncin they like the way I be Beamin,
All the trappers be hatin, off the sack that I'm makin
But all the shamans they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top with pots
Yeshua Son of Man, of His plan I talk
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back ***** cause I'm straight with His rock.
https://youtu.be/PsAta4KSEnc
  Nov 2015 PhiWrit
Liz And Lilacs
Tis a curse to be gifted
by the muses.
Why is it that artists go mad,
and poets are broken,
writers get drunk,
and musicians find themselves
smoking in the back alleys?
  Nov 2015 PhiWrit
Maha Salman
I know a sad puppy
wandering the streets
alone
going to bed
hungry
only pleading
for love
yet receiving none
only pain
as he's
left outside in the
cold
once again,
trying to rise above the
darkness

but
in his heart
he soars the skies
with wings
made from the hope
that someone will love him
eventually,
if not today.
Remember. remember,
The fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.

But forget we will,
For worse days still,
Overshadow the whole ****** lot.

In these modern days,
Though we're miles away,
From those old times we almost forgot.

Still hangings and lashings,
Democracies crashing,
And freedom just left there to rot.
  Nov 2015 PhiWrit
Maha Salman
Let the rhythm of our hearts
nurture the sweet blossom of love,
so that it may turn into bliss
dissolved from the night time air between us
and shower such rain which binds the growth of our love and roses
together.
  Nov 2015 PhiWrit
Maha Salman
His tears will never keep me away
for even if he choses to cry an ocean
and drown me with the intensity of his heart
then I will be the sun
blazing intently
evaporating the ocean
and illuminating his heart
with the tranquility of
my love.
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