A Coffin of the Past Shoved Off My Passage Several hours past the night The sun is glimpsing up the clouds As it toeses up I see Dark clothes of Dark pants Dark shirts Dark garments And everything is dark Calmed little sweet talks brushed off by the breeze Heading west? Man those talks cant really be of life Provocation I sense over intention Communication barriers paint gestures that mourn This isnt a morning after dark But an extension of the same night Look past the horizon Of orange shades above land Lunatics crawl under gut Could a caterpillar though Drill fume from underneath above land Yes the grass is green before a pupil But does that fascination extends past the root? Think beyond a kite Limit yourself not to those who spoke For there are so many speakers on our land But thats just a choir on a fluke Lyrics stand as boss Cheap tears of a broken heart Could a heart really be broken? Broken as in smashed? Or is it just the human perception Or common practice amongst men? Man dont be fooled Men can disguise Superial thought is one of the inside Negligence though is poison Dose not or die Who shall spill a stripe of tea That fills a cup of coffee for a jag That took its life on a slid? Dont fool yourself with a smile Nodding heads as if it sinks Karma knows jy is a drag Capable of deceiving one with the power of a tongue Listen closely one more time Tell if words construct any positivity within a giant These talks all start with back then, last year and the days before Why not now Or then shalt wilt? These moments are a dine Yet vultures are feeding on a fallen calf Weeping and choking wont do you no good A coffin of the past is shoved off your passage Hey A coffin of the past is shoved off my passage Willie M Rapholo
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 09:23:56 +0000
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