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Ink in the bowl goes on to skin Culture from Africa to Americas Indians Ink that is absorbed into the mind Held in place forever in time Ink that controls the blood in veins Moving through the pulses and chains Not strong enough to hold the soul Ink that lives infinite in the world Smooth grooves in nights and bars Jazzy blues, singing croons through guitar Villages and huts where elders bang drums Leaders dance songs for rain and sun Music through words transferred through ink Thoughts held in mind brought into links That form into the soul of the world Blood that stains as ink swirls Tantrums and storms that guide the spirit A spirit so combative you can't come near it It won't come if you hear it or read it Learn to live the life, words true when you feel it Artist from autism, loose thoughts bridge cataclysms No cure for the self, wealth grows, pace kept slow Races to save victims and glorify human conditions Giving thoughts and heart to help, it is felt, is it felt? Writing soul, from heaven to hell Spiritual fire, culture is furthered For my blood flows parallel to ink Ink that flows and grows from me Me goes to you, then travels beyond We show growth, all faces of God One voice seeks to speak Through songs, poetry, love in the ink ****** lovely ink Muddy purity links The ink the ink The ink the ink .
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Ink Blood
Ink in the bowl goes on to skin Culture from Africa to Americas Indians Ink that is absorbed into the mind Held in place forever in time Ink that controls the blood in veins Moving through the pulses and chains Not strong enough to hold the soul Ink that lives infinite in the world Smooth grooves in nights and bars Jazzy blues, singing croons through guitar Villages and huts where elders bang drums Leaders dance songs for rain and sun Music through words transferred through ink Thoughts held in mind brought into links That form into the soul of the world Blood that stains as ink swirls Tantrums and storms that guide the spirit A spirit so combative you can't come near it It won't come if you hear it or read it Learn to live the life, words true when you feel it Artist from autism, loose thoughts bridge cataclysms No cure for the self, wealth grows, pace kept slow Races to save victims and glorify human conditions Giving thoughts and heart to help, it is felt, is it felt? Writing soul, from heaven to hell Spiritual fire, culture is furthered For my blood flows parallel to ink Ink that flows and grows from me Me goes to you, then travels beyond We show growth, all faces of God One voice seeks to speak Through songs, poetry, love in the ink ****** lovely ink Muddy purity links The ink the ink The ink the ink .
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
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