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Don’t put me in a box, I am my own teacher I don’t worship TV idols, I have other preachers I don't toss a poem to come across as known friends crossed me, don’t know my own home I don't speak for an arrogant cause Or do self-righteous acts just to merit applause I don’t make scenes to be seen as a person of God What you see as a skill, I see as a character flaw I don't use a hype man sell grams to buy fans I don't scream to get attention other ways for lungs to expand I don't ********** my talent for people that bystand Or try to trick innocent people more desperate than I am Sell a line, sell a book Sell a dream, sell a scheme Sell a brother false hope you control his self-esteem Let a brother talk **** I won’t get mad at all I’ll just throw a couple stabs like my cousin at the mall So please tell me what’s worse being broke or broken? but before you answer that let me ask you this first In the place you live, can you quench your thirst? Do you have enough time to finish a verse? Remember our time here was borrowed, can’t reimburse Parasitic a chemic I been it I pen it, I penetrate my a pen all day To descend and mate My inner state is in the state to keep on straight, administrate and illustrate What people haul with haste till it's in his face So in the case where i’m in my space my focus is to chase Yeshua’s face is faced with the waste of people sending hate Intimidating to people claiming contention ostensibly incoherent was air for my ascension It's plucking a hair ain't it? who painted the P.I.C cell in pixels, the pig sells the witch who picks spells, got hell Tie a boar to a tree transmitting this free him a year later he'll stay in the same radius Maybe it's in the tears Maybe it's just kinetics Maybe I do love attention and writing is how I get it encapsulated beneath the surface the desire is unknown You think this a joke Get shot in your funny bone!
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
Who's King Bacon?
Don’t put me in a box, I am my own teacher I don’t worship TV idols, I have other preachers I don't toss a poem to come across as known friends crossed me, don’t know my own home I don't speak for an arrogant cause Or do self-righteous acts just to merit applause I don’t make scenes to be seen as a person of God What you see as a skill, I see as a character flaw I don't use a hype man sell grams to buy fans I don't scream to get attention other ways for lungs to expand I don't ********** my talent for people that bystand Or try to trick innocent people more desperate than I am Sell a line, sell a book Sell a dream, sell a scheme Sell a brother false hope you control his self-esteem Let a brother talk **** I won’t get mad at all I’ll just throw a couple stabs like my cousin at the mall So please tell me what’s worse being broke or broken? but before you answer that let me ask you this first In the place you live, can you quench your thirst? Do you have enough time to finish a verse? Remember our time here was borrowed, can’t reimburse Parasitic a chemic I been it I pen it, I penetrate my a pen all day To descend and mate My inner state is in the state to keep on straight, administrate and illustrate What people haul with haste till it's in his face So in the case where i’m in my space my focus is to chase Yeshua’s face is faced with the waste of people sending hate Intimidating to people claiming contention ostensibly incoherent was air for my ascension It's plucking a hair ain't it? who painted the P.I.C cell in pixels, the pig sells the witch who picks spells, got hell Tie a boar to a tree transmitting this free him a year later he'll stay in the same radius Maybe it's in the tears Maybe it's just kinetics Maybe I do love attention and writing is how I get it encapsulated beneath the surface the desire is unknown You think this a joke Get shot in your funny bone!
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i want to make love to you get naked and come to me cause we are two halves in need of each other your name means wisdom we haven't been intimate together yet. you explained to me tonight how to administrate the café business of our stationary treatment    when we were looking at each other, there was this brief moment of intimacy, caused by a mild burning in my stomach, you know, this land of my soul... this land of the real me. let's flow...
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
To My Possible Lady
Answer me by Nat Lipstadt Why are the children if not hurting themselves, so busy hurting others? I know hurt in ways you cannot fathom, And I rise up daily with a but a single quest: Banish the hurt, expel the hurters, And practice the one true faith: Kindness and Grace. Sometimes the madness I read, too much, too much, And I walk away and store my poems in another place. But I am reminded, There is no such thing as too kind, So I wander back, Chagrined and Chastened, Hoping one among you Will help to raise up Me. The Rebuttal Ask me now to fight your war and I shall vanquish legions vast Call that I, a mountain scale and I shall conquer summit fast. Command me firmly, forth to go and I shall strive as best I can But call me to administrate and I will call you fool, be ****** Thus some have talent to be red and some attend to hues of green But few have skills of rainbow shade, few, at least, that I have seen. Some wear fear upon their smile others writhe with minds that burn, They wallow deep in misery, whilst others stop to see and learn. Some are black and some are white, for most the favoured shade is grey.... Roar ye might for judgement's fall, but futile friend... as death's delay.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
Sparring with an Aged Adversary
G GREATNESS R RETURN A ADMINISTRATE D DETERMINED U UNIFY A            ANALYST T TRUST I INSPIRE O OPEN N NETWORK
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May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 4:39 PM UTC
S U C C E S S
She; an antidote an anecdote you'll never quite forget insanity on either side of her the men that congel conspiracies and gush at She; the mother of clarity A free remedy to remember She gives a rush, a calm breeze and they suckle on her voice like sweet syrup An easy surrender you'd be the first to taste her fury and surely cursed because of it A hot December let her mend your insecurity Venom silk and opaque Little gifts of naivety a promise so soft you never felt the fangs administrate your fate
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Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 9:15 PM UTC
Antidote
July 4, 2016 having a reason to celebrate It’s all about Happy Birthday America to administrate America having tremendous history become from past to present We are all Americans that represent The vast landscapes covering this great land The music from yonder being the caravan An honor to be an American The beauty of your mountains The smiles on American faces Forefather’s images with capturing traces My country and I am part of thee Major cities with skyscrapers that stand all The remainder of the Statue of Liberty being symbolic for all Washington, DC being the lead in America’s Proceed Everyone helping one another in need A former Greyhound bus slogan, “Get in touch with America” But America in us must be participate in what America should be This is what America is and should be about There is no test to figure out The thought of the American Eagle flying with dignity and pride This is how we as Americans should stride But explore America and enjoy the ride The Red, White, and Blue that always comes through Yet the American Flag always waves with a mission to pursue America being the forefront as the center of the world Country after Country with voices that swirl Yes this is America of the world My Country Tis of Thee, America the Beautiful and God Bless America The foundations that have made America strong Now if we all could just get along America lets unite We are the might Happy Birthday America being the fireworks that shines bright.
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
CELEBRATION, COME ON
Beauty is Watching your heart through your twinkle Beauty is Reading your mind through your smile Beauty is Feeling your sadness through your touch Beauty is Getting old memories through your aroma . But this world , this world destroyed you . They fabricated your sanity like them And seized your innocence . Those fiend trimmed your pinion , Which you shaped to administrate your future . But lets croon the come back song . For I want to discern your allure once more Once more I want a glimpse of those eyes Because the photographic memory is shedding off . Shedding off , too fast .
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
Looking Back