I am the one
The one who goes fourth I find the fire Then bring it back on a torch The tribe gets annoyed Because they like things dim I had to learn to turn it down This enlightenment within I feed their fires slowly With sparks of brilliant stars Know that I'm not holly I'm The Shaman of The Fire!
He said that he will always be
Without him we feel lost at sea He said when he dies To be remembered for the life he lived All I remember is the life he took I know it was a hard decision For I am always tempted too The melancholy at times So hard to bear and keep Hey brother there is an endless way To rediscover remember this Hey sister please do still believe In love don't wonder We gotta learn to love without him We are gonna solve the riddles without him But his music will always inspire His words and thoughts always lifts us higher Wont say much rather than WE MISS YOU With tears in my eyes had to write this I am off to sleep now Do wake me up when its over
its 3 years now since he died and the pain never seem to reduce
please share this to remember him its his memorial today #Avicii for life
I am a master
Of sloppy guitar I’ve played the strip clubs The gutters the bars I’ve taken the licks I brandished the scars My fingers bleed When I am on fire Strange these things that feed our desires The traveling shows Is where I’ll Expire ....
This is the story of Good-Time Tim
That I sit down to tell you today No matter the weather No matter the season This man just wanted to play And rain always calls for a raincoat Boots and a hat for good measure But Tim didn't need any protection from the storm In the downpour in fact he took pleasure His father put the pressure on From a young age expected perfection So when he grew up he got the hell out of dodge Moved far away from parental correction He was always in a drinking mood Any time of day or night If you caught him four drinks or more in Whew! He was quite a sloppy sight! This is the story of Good-Time Tim That I sit down to tell you today No matter the weather No matter the season This man just wanted to play He drank hard alcohol and beer Without discrimination Either one would work just fine For his goal of inebriation He was a bit too rough on his body Which is an overly gross understatement He neglected his health and mental well-being In reckless pursuit of entertainment He wasted his life away getting wasted Never pausing to consider that he might be missing out Too self-destructive to attract a wife So a family he chose to live without This is the story of Good-Time Tim That I sit down to tell you today No matter the weather No matter the season This man just wanted to play There was the time Tim broke his shoulder Falling out of a tree Because someone bet he couldn't reach the top A task that proved to be an impossibility Tim hardly ever brushed his teeth So they all fell out by age 45 But considering his lifestyle He was just lucky to still be alive Surprisingly he was a religious man Although not one page of the bible did he read He had heard Jesus turned water to wine That was all the preaching he'd ever need This is the story of Good-Time Tim That I sit down to tell you today No matter the weather No matter the season This man just wanted to play As he grew old he began to slow down But not once did he ever regret The countless mistakes he had made through the years I guess the ***** made him forget His liver held up for a very long time But eventually started to rot But for Tim it was too late to get sober So he still swallowed shot after shot When the doctor gave him his fatal diagnosis He laughed and said "I'm ready to go But make sure I'm buried with a bottle In case they don't serve liquor way down there below!"
Day 29: Research a type of poetry of your choosing and implement that writing style in a poem
Please don’t call the thought police
I meant to say that underneath Impeccable words I yet to own When I’m getting really ****** Bring it down Bring ‘er on down now! Put the power trip to rest We were all born with the best Although I was hatched by a beast You don’t need call a priest Bring it down Bring’er on down now Let your blue hair down Let that blue hair down now Don’t be wearing no scowl Just let your blue hair down now!
Spirit gives rise to soul
Soul gives rise to body Body gives rise to mine Love was there the whole time ........ No one is smart enough to be wrong all the time.
Spirit cannot physically move things
Water cannot get wetter I am not a Guru Just a trend setter
I all ways said
If anyone ever Put a hand on her I would **** them Slowly I’ve had a long Painful death Every years since .....................
All this weight dragging me down
Get your hands off me! Must I be both sober and sound Get your paws off me! Will you let me go, my way out into the freezing snows okay Get your wicked claws out of me To you and all your cronies I am just a phony so please get your hands off me
A massage to all the players in my hell dream I will awaken soon
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
. Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect! Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again