part one of four. About me just getting some excess stuff out before i blow a valve. Not about anything or even have a meaning i just start writing and then rhyme it or something so probably reads like a elementary poem. Enjoy it anyway:) Dont want people to fuss for me, yeah maybe that filter ive kept a covering is slipping on my insanity but the people that mean the whole world to me, they all keep slipping away and feel so far away from me, yesterday they were laughing with me , they turned off like a switch one day, and now they wont have much more to say, i feel like i change and i always try and grow, im a hippy a traveler a laser in a light show, im tough and im real, all blade sharp steel, then im misty with tears, high hopes and big cheers, simple ideals, a big softy, a lot of new ideas and too many goals, jack of all trades,wrangker of souls, psychics and tesla, geology and mystery, introduction to chemistry me and you ancient history, im a steel wool brush and a cashmere coat, down a glacier in the alps into icy bliss , sit in a washout of a spillway, electricity draped in the air, thunder was yelling at me as i stole my first kiss and brushed back her blonde hair, a half outlaw naw im full blooded, my greatdaddy was a whisperer, taught me how to charm the ladies,told me i had to work for my candy and those ice cream sundaes, the monkey at the mine has to dance for a dime, then spend em for a chance a time, a philosopher with add, pen to paper and a speech both fine for me but this is where you lay your soul to share with those you wish, and so my soul i share with thee my humble little gift, i hope someone feels , anything at all, when they read something ive scrawled where once was nothing at all, bring some farmhouse out from some dusty hidden place, and know a mam that lived and loved a lot and mourned his daughter grace, a black sheep, wild child, know right from wrong and ive fought and bleed and ive cried and ive plead , i may be a little different, than most thank goodness that i am and ornery in the ways of all rambling men, raised by black women, when my parents would be gone a spell, guess you could say, these are strange days,but i sure did love them well, something elae im proud of that may be rare to say, growing up i never heard anyone in my family say the words for black or poor or gay, they never seperated them at all, we all love and live a seperate life, none wrong none right,just life and just people, and with that simple act alone, prejudiced was never let in my brainto set up its hateful home, Crystal clear it is for me to understand why and how that it shpuld be , that hate and prejudice must be instilled and thats a sad fact to state.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 00:17:27 +0000
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