Harsh, cold, dry as burnt coal. Dead soul, everything is in computed mode. I cant get use to it. But its the easiest, quickest way of lifes highest heights right? No time for strife, no time for reflection, challenged perceptions, mind thinking, strange blinking. Just go, just go, just go! Sweet king wheres all the bling? Are we still happy with all those things? How much can you hold when the story unfolds? Is love really our goal? Am I afraid to be told I just need someone to hold on to. Nothings wrong with someone to do. Love is like a flower to me. In healthy soil it breathes. I have thought my way out of grief. I thought my way out of misery. Just be. Be happy. But then we have to have a friend who gets all deep within. He knows my darkest nights my silliest questions my weird projections my genius protect it I declare! The dark knight rises and they worship controlling power to steal, kill, and devour any prey that doesnt worship and Im still not afraid b*tch! I have turned over a new leaf. A new me. Forgive me I have quieted the ghetto beast. I love my family reminded me geniuses in the hood, or from the hood, around the good our lovin is so good we multiply even when misunderstood. People stop to watch the rise the fall because they wanna see it all.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 13:08:49 +0000
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