Time My Time is too important for fivrolities of egos seeking to shine on my Time. If I choose not to give you my Time know it is a gift too precious to disavow now. Excuse me if I drop you you are wasting my Time with your agenda return to sender I will not surrender Any more of My Time.
Tag: poetry for life
The Secret Place
The Secret Place Do not lose have faith timelines may change emptiness will fade fortune will smile miracles they exist still even in desolation. In a secret place Out springs new life rain pours over pain desert loose their claim Like Queen of Andean life rears alive again Edenesque ideal now tamed where endless rivers flow also too dreams grow in neatly assigned rows where you can glow kissed by benevolent miracles refreshed by the glow of your secret place.
Where Do I Begin?
Where Do I Begin? I am in ruin, where do I begin? Nothing is true not even you for you are conditional surealism view lies to fool a few who knew better but were fools to dreams youths who flew in a cage crafted with glue that monsters could undo with addictive compulsive untruths.
The Log
The Log Brothas come to me I trying to save you all in despair no hope in sight you will not be spared. the evil man do catch up to you now is hellfire brimstones! But rest easy I am here, though great your mistakes do not despair I will preach to give you a new day. So he preached he did beseech each man to repent at length. But as he walked one could not help but see The Brotha Man was hinder that day by the log in his eyes but he could not see.
Jonah Foolery
Jonah Foolery Imagine yuh give a man a job set him up nice and him run far way get trap inna whale fi days then yuh save send him on him way to do the job then him complain when it work and the people change them way. God good bad because nuff a we would still a cane Jonah in the whale.
Only Pupa Jesus
Only Pupa Jesus This condition. only God. the sinning must stop. Only God. You can't save Only God. all the problem. Only God. all the tribulation. Only God Confusion corruption heartache diatribe from the fireside burning hot... Pupa Jesus alone.
East Indian Delight!
East Indian Delight! I am King! Or Queen... On this island I'm a big thing. I sit on top my throne can never be taken. brilliantly blinding blazing in orange-yellow glows I eclipse them all. East to the West I am the best I captivate your tastebuds sugary lava I will erupt delightfully, explosively... pleasures untold, hypnotising - I do not boast - only truth I speak. Once you taste me you will be weak in your knees!
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