I might be getting old
but the one thing i still have
is my happy hippy load

they said it was yesturday
time has gone
time has moved on

not if you are
this man
the happy hippy revolutionary
still just like i am.

I might be getting old
but the one thing i still have
is my happy hippy load

they said it was yesturday
time has gone
time has moved on

not if you are
this man
the happy hippy revolutionary.

Its been years since your fingertips
Have lived on my skin.
Months and days since my taste
Has been on your tongue.
It feels like a lifetime since ive woken up
To your smiling face , or fallen asleep to you
Whispering quietly in the dark.

Why does it feel then, like only yesturday that i lost you?
I swear time has slowed to a crawl since that day,
I watched your mom cry as we both said our goodbyes to you, grasping each other ,
Clinging to the only person who loved you as much as I did.

I had packed your things away ,
And as hard as i tried ; the smell of you
And your clothes wouldnt leave our closet .
For a while i masked it as much as possible ,
Till standing breathing you in brought
Me comfort.

I went to visit you today , it bothered me
To see Your life narrowed simply down to
Chiseled cursive in stone reading
"A beloved son and brother " .

It made me want to tell everyone who you were
About the things you did that mattered;
The time i knew you ,
The dash between the dates .


And on the first warm day ; every spring ,ill feel you;  with brand new flowers budding ,
I have peace of mind knowing
There is always a new start , even after the harshest of winters.

today they say its on for tommorow today is the day they were all waiting for tommorow today is yesturday the day the said wait till tommorow but tommorow is today and yesturday was tommorow.

Solve this riddle:

Whats todays tomorrows yesturday???

After youve commented and like this i will tell you the answer XD

Sorry I'm going in your direction

I'm trying to get through the cold

It's freezing out here

And I'm trying to avoid the bones

It snowed yesturday but my heart didn't grow cold

My graduation day is set for June

Thought it would be nice to know

And I know

You don't wanna hear about my love or my dreams

Because it's not your career

But I just wanna stear clear of the lies

Smoke and mirrors filled our past time

I just wanna clear this ice cold road

No, I never had hope, and my loved had failed

Because I never had a man to look me in the eyes

Tell me I'm doing right

Wipe my tears

Defrost the car

Paint the walls white

I'm doing right

Struggle through the cold on my own

Don't need to break your bones

No I don't wanna live your fairytale life

Where was you when I fell , how cliche of a statement to tell,
no! Where was you ? Not here aparently,
seems like yesturday, another cliche,
**** it! I can rhyme all day.
I just need to know whats the point of money?
I GET IT, I loose it, i spend it , I abuse it.
I dont want it but I need it, Is money air?
Cos I dont wanna breathe Im stressed from the atmosphere making  me share.
I rather be ghost watch time fly by , maybe write a book to tell about my times travel,
about love from afar, how its pure but scared,
Have it published  then be awarded rubish, cos there no success or achievement when you see the half cup cruisin the highway and you decide to *** in it.  
LIFE How its concieved , how I precieve it ? IS newspaper Id keep under table to stop wobbling.
Am I rude, yeah, and unconventional so?
Im used to the self sabotage and abuse as a noose to climb up different challenges just to call a truce.



By EMMANUEL jv Hernandez
Aka Linguist musician

Tonight I fight with my heart.
It longed for emotional bliss.
Tonight I divided those needs apart.
Separated my will from this.
I am all, and nothing more.
Yesturday I did endure.
Tomorrow, is not for sure.
So today, so tonight, I carry on.
Neither weak, nor strong.


SDPope

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