damals meinte bonez:
"ey wir sind bald stars!
und jeder aus der gruppe übernimmt
sein'n part" (he)
er hat zu mir gesagt:
"setz dich hin, schreib bars! (los)
"denn von den meisten
gangsterrappern stimmt kein satz!" (nä)
back in the days bonez
"we gonna be stars
every one of us
gonna write his part" (nä)
he told me to sit down and write
cause german rappers be
youtube: "187 strassenbande mit den jungs"
If I could,
But, I can't,
So, I won't.
What is homier than your bedroom?
Having God hold your hand.
What is cosier than your blankets?
God's promise forever to stand.
What is more intimate than your pillow?
God's thoughts of love for you.
What is more snug than your pajamas?
God's grace carrying you through.
Written 21 August 2018
my favorite season has arrived.
standing outside in the sunlight,
feeling the cool breeze
slip through my fingers,
weave in and out of my hair,
and twirl me around like the falling leaves.
standing inside in the firelight,
absorbing the smell of the
cinnamon, and the
roasted potatoes, and the
hot chocolate and coffee and tea.
true happiness has taken its place,
and i finally feel the joy.
Under the sun
Glass of wine in one hand
We chat our lungs away like we mothers of no sons
She's way cooler
I'm warming up
It's the beginning of a countless number of never heard before laughs...
We don't reside here even!
This place of light and happiness...
We from the dusty side of town, where darkness is the new definition of light.
Its never about the struggle
But the new ways around the obstacles along the way.
She goes on and on...
My cerebrum isn't responding.
And the eye finds an opportunity to focus its retina on her smile
Beauty isn't within
It has found its way all over us, inside and out!
Hope and love.
Grandma said that's all that matters!
— The End —