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Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
hey check my profile pic empty...pity...but shes there with me..around me..cuz she loves me...But selfish me...envy....cuz I dont have... what you have...No I own love...I know love...Cuz she shows love...But I don't have...what you have...stability...selfish me...Mind set hereditary...Blasphemy....That I can blame family... for faith less actions...of lonely contractions....Selfish me...lonely..cuz i dont have... what you have...unity...but we're together....forever...no doubt that i love her....mentaly...selfish me....
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
And on a string my dreams dangle off the edge...
save them before the're dead...
i will never live without my dreams, this is what I pleadge...
Get them off that ledge...
But if they choose to **** themselves I too will take the fall..
reach out and grab them all...
I can save them all...
For once I can obtain my dreams there is no feat to small...
If they shall die im nothing like a cloud up in the sky...
whos life cycles and never dies...
Because dreams they never thought to try...
But with my dreams I can learn to fly...
make my life feel better...
together...
me and dreams we need each other....
We'll live on into Forever!!
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
And yet my page goes blank...Full of A lil bit of nothing and a whole lot of space...Which has turned in to a lot...of white..or blue, red, beige, or black
What ever color the paper is...Emptiness...The beginning stages of depressions...the first wave of creative supression...but then eletric sparks..light waves of electrons flowing from my left lobe to my right hand....From my ego to my id...Reaction...satisfaction...Then ink, lead, chalk, what ever I can grab hold of...blood...I would stain this space with blood...for these words will forever be a piece of me...Forever be the life of me....The death in me...And Words fill up my void..the artisic fasination of a blank page...That has been splattered with musical notes of my rhythm...composer...after composure...chaos...after breath...and then masterpice...Wala the ****** to the story...The finale' to the show...The perfect piece of expression upon the page...And as it is turned...My page goes blank Once again...
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
At this momment I'm currently in myspace....the area around me that you cant penetrate...I Dont get to close to your face...you tend to regurgitate...garbage from the radio..you's a stupid *** stupid stupid ***...pollution...that we find to be revolution.. we came from wadding in the water...and being born by the river...What we over comming screaming *** *** ***...throwing out this paper shake it... fast fast fast...What happend to the love make it last last last...Love and happiness see thats the past past past...See we use to be 360 plus active and well rounded...now we just 360 plus a little more the rounded...Hey my people hey my friends...Come and join myspace...We can have a chance to win...Just Come close to MY face...
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
Can I get a drum roll please
no drums???
I'll use my tongue
RRRRRRROOOOLLLLLLLLL
Constant pressure,
till you ***.
Get some more
Im ready
let it run
Juices down my
chin
feels so good
it's so fun,
Lalalalalalala
then my ABC's
Painting pictures
with my tongue
On your back
between your knees,
Full filling
All you wishes
Want you want
all your needs,
Durm roll
watch you ***
From the front
where I Feeds,
Time for you to shine
Go head and hit a note
lip locking
down below
send the love down my throat
Baby were in tune
Im a sponge
let it soak,
Give your leg a stomp
if you can hear
what i wrote,
Time for the ******
baby its your show
Im just the background
music, rhythm
but your the glow.
*** in to the light
Let the world see
You Blow.....
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
Freedom I see..
naturality...
pure...
undisturbed life....that doesn't have to fight..but just be...
What ever it was ment to..What ever it was born to...
created to live, grow, and breathe...Clean air provided at a breeze...
green leaves...and old oak trees..
water and rocks clash...as wind blows tall grass...
freedom peacefuly...
undisturbed unity....
Ecology...
That runs from root to root...sounds that never mute...
  
but our bound cells...search for wishing wells...
Just to find equality...
Disturbed unity...
Biology...
Thats quick to shoot..mouths that never mute..
For Freedom I'll never see....
Naturally...
war...
Disturbed life...
Which means we fight...Cant just let it be....
What it was ment to... What it was born to...
Created to live free...as the breeze...
but bound to our skin...
until peacefully returned to dust again...
perfectly...
found unity...
Humanity....
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
My child I love you
Do you love me too?
I promise just believe i do
And i will be true.
I never close my eyes
Im always by yourside
To protect you from the enemey
because you are a friend to me
I will bless your soul
and make your life feel whole
don't worry for materials
For love regins Emperial

JOY
HAPPINESS
EVERLASTING PEACE
HONOR
AND WISDOM

And all that you need you'll find in me
just trust and Ill guide you where you should be
truth truth truth I say
Im the light and the way
Walk with you in the sand
place you on dry land
I died for you and made a place
your in my image you have my face
So please Believe and really try
and know that an eternity awaits you when you die..
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