Your words are seeds
Speak today
See it into existence tomorrow

By Arcassin B

Hello Hi , its the mac attack to counter strike
and hit you back when shade is thrown,
I've lived my life in utter shambles , now the
king sits on the other side of the universe from
a crowded place in dept , greed and hate mixed with deception,
the stakes are too high now,
what it takes is social economic status
to further situate the problems that we all face,
you better wake up and pray,
bow to the gods and goddesses in their wake,
better quick learn where your place,
is what you need to be gracious,
find a peace thats more spacious,
live your life , **** a racist , a bigot , a pessimist,
lifes mysterious , a blurry mist,
don't you ever be scared of this,
simulate your mind as fearless,
everybody don't know what real is,
can we give you quick lesson?


©abpoetry2020

I used to speak a language that had no limitations.
I could speak to the birds,
Ask them how it felt to fly.
I could speak to the trees,
Ask them how tall they could grow.
I could speak to the wind,
Ask it where it was going.
I could speak to the babbling creek,
Ask it why it was so talkative.
Ah, the visible world was so chatty back then.
I could even speak to the invisible world.
My imagination would sometimes come to life.
It would often be my company through the days.
As I grew older my world became less talkative.

How did that language go?