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Joshua Adam Jul 2015
There is a time in a person's life when that internal clock will ring
when a higher force will wake us from our slumber with a sting
having been given individual trials, we hope we'll do our best
but we are insensitive, overcome with laziness, a desire for rest

The little things in life, how so often we take them for granted
quickly losing touch with reality, and becoming disenchanted
thinking we can forge relationships, with the blinking of an eye
failing to feel the hurt we cause others, with our final good-bye

We, as human beings, must first come to acknowledge the truth
the problems we all hide in our closet, they started in our youth
but the error of our thinking, is clear and can only be addressed
when we're willing to accept the fact, that this life is only a test

Attempts at self denial are truly futile, because you remain unchanged
accomplishing nothing, only from yourself will you become estranged
an endless light of healing must be released, to that location unknown
thereby removing that which blocks our thinking, our heart of stone

Your mind is your cage, only if you desire, you can set yourself free
don't believe in the lies you're told, you can be what you want to be
if you never give up, you alone will be able to preserve the true way
by choosing your destiny, no one else will, because this is your day

Liberate yourself from the enslavement, transitory passions of the day
either stand up to the pressures, or you'll just find yourself blown away
you must trust your heart as it knows the truth, and it alone will succeed
choosing the only real path, that path from where the light shall proceed
This is a short poem about taking a minute to just stop and reflect.
Styles Jul 2015
Your love --
touched my heart. And
it still kills me.
AM Jul 2015
Those tattoos of his
are the visual storyteller
every ink he painted
is a beautiful work of art
same thing happen
when he makes a mess
of my red lipstick
Styles May 2015
If we are all created equal, then who needs class?
If we are all created equal, why did the projects last?
If we are all created equal, is the only difference, our paths?
If we are all created equal, then where's my other half?
If we are all created equal, then why do I even need to ask?
If we are all created equal, then why didn't it last?
Styles Aug 2014
Stop chasing
Change the pace and,
Something inside will awaken.
Being real is much harder than faken.
You will find when you wake,
All of your thought wasn't fake.
Dreams are what you make them
After all, its you that create them.
So some rules you gotta break'em,
Chances, you either steal or take'em,
Life is yours for the taken, forward moves, gotta make them.
Find your own groove,
Keep things smooth.
Go after what you pursue.
It's up to you, to do what you do.
Styles Jun 2014
Love hip hop, it made me a hippie
Right here; spitting on the mic, getting lippie.
Using these characters; dealing with the pain.
Tearing up paper; letting it rain
Winners run by breed, I feel it in vein;
All the sacrifices made; I did it in vien.
So much talent, in the hands of fools.
Making it rein; following a rulers rules.
Interscope; see inner souls.
Using the devil’s advocates,
Create demons to control and grab hold.
These are the types of tools the use,
Ignite your spirits; then blow your fuse.
Sell you your soul; after it’s been used.
Then change the rules; like that's old news.
Fools goals; worth their weight in fake jewels.
So know your value, don’t argue with fools.
you are what you do; not what they assume.
They can’t keep a good man down;
I put that on my life. Matter of fact;
Put that on my tomb.
Styles May 2014
A, Good girl.
Can not take what I got.
Touched my soul.
Burnt her lips, and left a spot.
Not playing games.
When I say I poked her dot.
She **** first.
Either she's read, or not.
Mind made up.
Pay attention, cause x-marks the spot
Styles May 2014
Baby you looked surprised, I wasn’t telling you lies. I can touch the back. I got one thing on my mind, shivers up and down your spine, you quiver. Me on top of you, turn things around, you looking back. Coming one after another, from different points of view, imagine that. Read between the lines, and found you; sitting on my lap. kept crossing my mind, uncross your legs, red your lips; love doing that. Spread your legs, relax your hips, and lean back. I take a sip, a little lick, then a kiss - now that's that. I grind your hips, you like that? My tongue, flicks your tip, you like this; you bite your lip, your waist lifts. Your pleasure. My bliss.
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