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Faizel Farzee Mar 2020
As these words sweats from my invigorated pen
Pleading in unison, It pleads for my mind  to soar and give them wings
A staunch prayer flows from within their soul, to reach their flighted destination.
To have their intoxicating life force drip from generation’s lips touched by the song they inspire to bring.
These winged words, destined to bring inspiration to a cruel unforgiving world.
These inspired words, that needs to forever marry hope in this pitiful existence
  The tears of a lost people stream from their saddened eyes.
These armed words, that ended wars, brought courage and eternal love to nations lost.
These truthful words seeping from my shaken pen
These words, that carries heavily with it my soul scarred
These words......singed
Forever eternal
Pen is mightier than the sword
This is a artists written word
We give it a voice, when it feels like no one heard
We capture the world's tears
Cage its fears
See it through stained eyes
Like the end of a a ****** spear.
Faizel Farzee Jan 2023
I know you feeling this
written alphabetically
spit subliminally accurate
abacus counting syllables
in reverie, ya missed his spits
unseen this ships a blip
speeding over your head
changing lead as he flips
the script he elevates
off he lifts celebrate
as he spits his wits
court him off guard
na, case dismissed
five finger clench
balled into a fist
punch at the fence
so I don't slit my wrist

dream I had
reaching must be mad
sober I'm glad
follow this yellow brick road
a none jumping toad
carrying a heavy load
not even a passing fad
skill  rad
boys a baddy
be mike have a fight
tyson ask larry

ok here we go
another lesson
class in session
teachers, written alphabetically
spits ill, verbal turrets
spits sick, leave with seizures
epileptic, flash so quick
wits is blits, words illusions
magic, pony, never 1 trick
race horse takes podium
no 1 pick, popsicles
trying to ice me
don't give a lick
armoured my skin thick
weapon my pen dipped in ink
a lion with a crown I am king
thoughts provoke
provoking your perception
of cardinal sin
I run on this treadmill backward
going nowhere fast
still, win
silence can you hear the pin
dropped in a haystack
sea lost in an ocean
like ops, it's missing

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