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DC raw love Mar 2015
Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Baby, be a simple kind of man.
Oh won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.


Boy, don't you worry.
You'll find yourself.
Follow your heart,
And nothing else.
You can do this,
If you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
Lynyrd Skynyrd
DC raw love Mar 2015
Tie-die sky's under a moonless life
Seeking rainbows around every corner
Yet he has only felt the rain, he lives in pain

His travels are short, yet his mind is vivid
He can go places no one has gone
He can travel, ****, be rich, be smart, have a family in his mind
Yet, he is a lonely sad man

He meals are paid for daily
He eats after the best
He favorite restaurant
Brennens 5 star dumpster

His accommodation
the most extravagant hotel
behind the Royal Orleans
A 5 x 8 box next to the steam grate

He works very hard
He is well known and is paid daily
They call him by name dropping change in his can

His name
The ***
True story in New Orleans
DC raw love Mar 2015
The jail house poets life is a busy one
Creativity comes from everything
The sounds, the people, the surroundings, his life

His pens and paper for which he needs
Is gathered endlessly through hidden deals
They have to be hidden from the guards and search teams
Deals are illegal in jail and straight to "the box" you go
* the box a 8' x 10' ft concrete room, let out only 30 min twice weekly, you stay there for 1 month*

His days consist of deals for the ones who hear about him
In jail the call him AKA The Professor, AKA Dr Phil, AKA The Psychiatrist
He reads books, his favorite, the dictionary and the novels, the Executioner

He writes endlessly and treasures his writing with fear of losing them Strange to some, always asking, why all the writing bro, they then read
He now has another client, the lines build and the writings are produced

Writing 5 poems a day, everyday, some days more for is clientele.
He had no worries for his following was was large and was always paid
I was lock up for illegal investments which they could not prove. I had to wait it out until the depositions were done, and guess what, out of the 5 people deppoed no one showed, But it took awhile. I started writing July 2014 and I don't have a clue to what I am doing. This is me on HP
DC raw love Mar 2015
So many faces
How many were a disguise
To hide the hurt
DC raw love Mar 2015
Just a bit of pain at  sea
Just another pin *****

You say there is a new love is on the horizon

The pain is now gone
Seven miles have past

You say she will have turquoise eye's

You shift sails to a new destination
You know were you can find gold

And you now only see an open ocean

You now sail into the wind
You are cold and hungry

Trying to find anything

The sails have now rotten to nothing
You have given up hope

You are now lost in the
Sea of Love
DC raw love Mar 2015
What does it take to open someones eye's
What actually makes someone change

Does it have to be from seeing hurt in another
Does it come from health issues in yourself
Does it come from a lack of money
Does it come from a death

Do you eye's not need opening
Is there no reason for change

Is your life a routine
Comfortable in life
Have everything you want

Why can't it can't change from the heart
Just look around, see what's going on in this world

You say you will not make a difference
Same old cliche, heard it a thousand times

Make a difference
Me, I am in a new place, clean for only 9 months, yet, in my community I have already met with the mayor, director of community services, the Chief of police and some volunteer services. Everybody is coming together and listening to each other. I have everything I need, money, my own business, house cars, so I always ask myself why and all I can think of is because it's needed. I do not want my community to be another Ferguson.
DC raw love Mar 2015
The feelings of love are so wonderful
But when the newness fades away, does the romancing stop

Do the word "I love you" still have their true meaning
Do the looks of passion change to looks of disparity
Do the words "let's do something together' mean go on you own

Things do seem to be comfortable, but if you do not show real love
Sometimes things happen, sometimes

Interest in another for something different, from the lack of feelings
Your lives become separated and you individualize, yet still together
Time passes, your just another face in the room, a hello and a good bye

Just some thoughts, I let so many go and one that was very special
I do ponder at times about past loves, would I do anything different

Probably not then, but maybe now?
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