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Rogue Ryter May 2014
I am the compromiser
The give to the take
The shame behind the vain
The love that you hate

I am the forgotten
Forsaken by your fears
Owned by your tears
The empathetic ear

I am the safety
The honor you disbelieve
The good you never see
The heart that cannot be

I am the trusted
The truth that no one knows
The you that does not show
The one you don't let go.

I am your equal*
The crazy that comprehends
The stubborn that understands
The ***** up in the plan
You know what I mean? ~ RR
Steve m sawyer Aug 2018
I'm an instigator,
A thought generator,
My words fly across the page,
Like I'm an aviator,

I'm sometimes seen as the perpetrator,
As I spread my message,
I feel like the negotiator,
If only I could reach out to other's,
And be a communicator,
A compromiser or a speech maker,
Or even an encourager or a motivator,

But nobody hears my voice,
I'm not an educator,
Sadly I'm invisible,
Unlike a force of nature,
I wish I could do more,
but like you i was born into this world,
I wasn't the creator,
But I'll never give up, I'm going now,
I guess I'll try again later.
kevin Jun 20
White people money buy him a prize
Cuban men feel giddy when he boogey

Poor Kendrick never afford read him a book

In some books the people don't win

They end up outside the book

When you a ifa
Shouldn't bark at bambina
Back to hospitality street

The Kendall a compromiser
Who brought compromise to the game?

Who made asking of compassion
Possible

In the Napoleonic wars we recorded Bonapartes game as a physician we was requiring of the laughter
That when vacuumed loses shouldered the blame we was planning news on the 5th wheels turn too

My family finds that having a flying fortress retreat relocate the tragedy to the winners audience for the bets

Now the civility blunders y'all prescribed in the redemption wands
Get us Mo betta Irish ink
We a thankful peaceful paper getting dimes together

Flying fortresses come from success people
Near Irish folks poppycock crowns get placed on the neighbor people
Never have the freedoms

Lots of butlers

When the unsuccessful people beg for that boom boom
Get paid
Point the mission
Fly to the highest Ire retreat
Watch the ****** blunder
Watch the American blunder
Stay successful
Become a poet
And start typing new York times against ya

Remember boom boom rooms gotta where ya you

I got my GED in 99 from tha continue Irish school without your uncivilized crimes

Too the most obedient followers of shackles, bambina

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