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Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
With my fiddle I play...
and My Mug I shall drink...
with My feet i will dance...
and My mind shall not think...
I will sing of good times of now and of then...
and celebrate life with the bestest of men...
O'Charlie O'Malley and Jamison brew...
Baileys O'Reilly and a guinness or two...
Through out the day and in to the night....
No worries today to drunk for a fight...
St.Patty is here..
Now grab me a beer!!!
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
Talent is a gift that every one cant receive...
But Greatness is a task that everyone can achieve.
With hard work fuirts can be conceived...
So just take a deep breath focus and believe.
You dont alway see the fuirts I do produce...
but you will taste the flavors they will let loose.
One way or another greatness will be achieved...
and when you find that way this message has been received.
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
I've been Contemplating on what to write..
What i really have to say..
I've been Stayin up late at night...Thinking of the next day...
Contemplatiing what to write..
what I really want to say...
What way is living right...What is the other way..
Contemplating what to write...
What do I need to say...
My mind is in a constant fight...the pros and cons in play...
Contemplating what to write...
What I never want to say...
Stay away from the light...Cuz that is where I choose to stay...
Contemplating what to write...
Words I shouldn't say...
why aren't you in my sight...Why did You take my May..
Contemplating what to write...What to write,what to say...
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
I've been Contemplating on what to write..
What i really have to say..
I've been Stayin up late at night...Thinking of the next day...
Contemplatiing what to write..
what I really want to say...
What way is living right...What is the other way..
Contemplating what to write...
What do I need to say...
My mind is in a constant fight...the pros and cons in play...
Contemplating what to write...
What I never want to say...
Stay away from the light...Cuz that is where I choose to stay...
Contemplating what to write...
Words I shouldn't say...
why aren't you in my sight...Why did You take my May..
Contemplating what to write...What to write,what to say...
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
The Mystery is....still a mystery...
So i slove what i can...the problems of man...
The Mystery is.... still a mystery...
So i love who I can...According to plan...
The mystery is still a mystery...
So what will i find...Inside my mind...
the answers to some...the questions of all...
Where do you run... Who do you call...
The blessings of life no mystery there...
Just Call out his name for he is everywhere...
The Mystery is whats taking so long...
Let him into your heart thats where he belongs...
#Yahweh!!
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
I looked in the mirror and I saw it
The hideous thing..
Seeping from my nose
Peeking through my eyes
stretching from my ears....
Something that wasnt me...
but apart of me...
insainty...

And it surround it me,
held me like a mother would its child
and I accepted it
because it comforted me
made me feel secure
but I was far from safe,
The mirror became my prison
that internal heap of filth
made its way to the outside
trapping my true will inside
and it be came me..

stole my identity..
walked like me, spoke like me
but led me around blindlly
Im sorry, Im sorry
Im tryin to take back control
but he won these precious min
cunned me to give in
this Vile beast that feast
on my flesh and soul
I have to win this battle
not just to save my self
but those who i love so.

This darkness can't take over me!!!
Im declaring Victory!!
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
I can feel what’s inside
bodies twist and collide
there’s no need for a potion
bodies stir a commotion….

This is more then a treat
bodies move with our feet
heart beating with haste
bodies give us a taste…..

of souls adaptation
bodies moving in action
We do more then prance
bodies destined to dance…..

Its the passion inside them
bodies searching for rhythm
see our passions alive
bodies twist and collide….

this the motion of oceans
bodies stir a commotion
see we live for a beat
bodies move with our feet….

or just by moving our waste
bodies give us a taste
Of sweet satisfaction
bodies moving in action…

This cant be by chance
bodies destined to dance
It's our reason for livin
bodies searching for rhythm…

but lost in your face
bodies dancing in place
Inside your alive (as)
Bodies twist and collide.
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