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28, and I've seen many lives, Old soul in the new age; freak Of what's unknown and refined. Black suited dress shoed traveler, Beyond human veil, this life is to Much, for a shadow of light's Detail. This life gives no touch, For a wandering brain, It's only the lonesome Souls who laugh and Cry in their pain. Did pills with father, Watched mother Drink; seen guard's In two prisons, Gang's tattooed ink. O' so many demons litter the prison Cells; Better enjoy life young one For there's so much you don't know In great detail. Things unsaid, hidden to, Don't let the government lie to You; for they'll make you their fool. Thing's won't be easy little lass, Some things will be hard young Lad. Life's not made of plastic, It's more of a paper bag. It'll rip you and spit you, Where you don't wanna Be. But remember God Still loves you, he's the Light that you don't See. Because the world's darkness, Is in Satan's hands, as the new Drug of humanity, the devil sells Lies in Rich men's hands. Take off your coat Mrs, please Sit down sir, don't be scared, Please don't compare your Fears in this world. You know not fear, for the real Fear is unknown. What you don't know can hurt you, Shake you to your bones. I'll smile to show you God, For his love is true, inside Though I'm dying, that's Right; human like you. I'll take off my armour, Set it down. Musical poet, prophet of what's Lost, no sound. Because to many hear, they though Don't see a thing; Nor do they listen, not understanding what One means. 28, and I've been through hell, 29 soon maybe, if God will See me out. Though today I'll just keep on Smiling, giving the creators love, For many don't know that word Because they don't know him Above. I've just come to teach, Just passing through. 28 for today, maybe the morrow An eternal spirit so true. Who won't cry anymore, From noone around. 28 years old, giving love to all Yet none with him to be Found. © Brandon nagley © Lonesome poet's poetry.
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
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28, and I've seen many lives, Old soul in the new age; freak Of what's unknown and refined. Black suited dress shoed traveler, Beyond human veil, this life is to Much, for a shadow of light's Detail. This life gives no touch, For a wandering brain, It's only the lonesome Souls who laugh and Cry in their pain. Did pills with father, Watched mother Drink; seen guard's In two prisons, Gang's tattooed ink. O' so many demons litter the prison Cells; Better enjoy life young one For there's so much you don't know In great detail. Things unsaid, hidden to, Don't let the government lie to You; for they'll make you their fool. Thing's won't be easy little lass, Some things will be hard young Lad. Life's not made of plastic, It's more of a paper bag. It'll rip you and spit you, Where you don't wanna Be. But remember God Still loves you, he's the Light that you don't See. Because the world's darkness, Is in Satan's hands, as the new Drug of humanity, the devil sells Lies in Rich men's hands. Take off your coat Mrs, please Sit down sir, don't be scared, Please don't compare your Fears in this world. You know not fear, for the real Fear is unknown. What you don't know can hurt you, Shake you to your bones. I'll smile to show you God, For his love is true, inside Though I'm dying, that's Right; human like you. I'll take off my armour, Set it down. Musical poet, prophet of what's Lost, no sound. Because to many hear, they though Don't see a thing; Nor do they listen, not understanding what One means. 28, and I've been through hell, 29 soon maybe, if God will See me out. Though today I'll just keep on Smiling, giving the creators love, For many don't know that word Because they don't know him Above. I've just come to teach, Just passing through. 28 for today, maybe the morrow An eternal spirit so true. Who won't cry anymore, From noone around. 28 years old, giving love to all Yet none with him to be Found. © Brandon nagley © Lonesome poet's poetry.
Was listening to a song I love by Bob Dylan called (it's not dark yet) made these words to the rhythm of the beautiful song. Anyways my words today thanks for your reading....
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
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