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you are HE

(Don't forget it)



Gather up who you can

As for the rest
They will
Surely **** themselves

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This suffering?

IT AINT NO ******* , MAN

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when they talk of FAMILY VALUES
they lie

The lies are intended to ****

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So many have died to save you but still you sin

*******!


If those who call themselves religious really were

The world wouldn't be a pile of ****



So quit being so ******* NICE about it

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All the mass murderers call themselves religious



Why do YOU indulge them?

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YOU

you are he



Get on it
I use this as a writing tool
A freestyle flow to see me through
I am just a simple M.A.N
Filled with complicated sand
Sifting through a hourglass
I see the future in my past
Feeling pain from my joy  
I can create to destroy
What is special? What is new?
False is fake but what is true?
Gather moments I've collected
Seen only from my own perspective
Words the fruit..I am the tree
All is still a part of me
So go ahead take a bite
Feel my soul as I write
These words to help me understand
As I walk this path..lay a plan
Take you to another place
Where no one is trying to win the race
Sister and Brother stand hand and hand
My imagination can create that land
A mighty river runs from my soul
Providing me with my freestyle flow....
3-13-14 M.A.N Just me having fun letting off poetic steam..^_*
 Feb 2014 Tommy Johnson
Mel Ave
"Do you write poetry
about my broken bones?
Do you find metaphors
for the way you burned
down the bridges we built?
I bet people think it’s beautiful,
I bet they think it’s poetic
the way you destroyed me.
I bet you tell them
falling in love with me
was an extraordinary artistic choice,
Destroying people
is not an art form.
Coloring people with shades and values
of black and blue does not
make you an artist.
There is nothing poetic
about reaching inside of someone
to take what they told you
never to touch.”
Behold. the truth, such pure joy.
Surveyed the world at the first light.
New life arose.
All glory, my tree, she blossoms again, perhaps mother nature changed direction.
Bought us, her world, a present of spring.
(c) LIVVI 2014
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