Words written or spoken emits vibrations Leaving the mind with certain sensations Their aroma can tempt and wet your appetite While others can be your worse kryptonite So if they leave you happy or disturbed Just remember the aura of words
Look at my face Really look Grizzled Beat up Scars hiding Irresistible Right ? A woman like you needs me I don't take your crap Yet I coddle you As I can't resist the hurt you've suffered We're not perfect Pretty damn good I'll take it Will you ?
I bought a 6 pack of beer at 7:30 this morning, cashier asked if I wanted a bag?
No bag I want my neighbors to see me Carrying a 6 pack Early Monday morning Good morning Mrs Jones Why the dirty look ? Are you going to pick up your dog's shit ? If you call that puny pile of fluff a dog Bad attitude Start the day right
3am I should be sleeping Instead it's you I'm weighing Your past is buried Scars remain I am your confidant I'm more too The next step awaits I've been patient Running out of time We are union of something Bigger than both of us Heat, passion and pain Cerebral Augmented for growth Greatness
Oh, thy great soul to the magnificent of the air, land, and earth The land weeps of so many voices trying to understand places in life only to mirk Are the wise words of intelligences the cordial to give a pass of non-strife from the originality of sin Everyone’s greetings noted to be paper thin If I tell you about the enigmas of the Illuminati, the Freemasons, the Skulls and Bones, or the Knight Templars Written upon ancient scrolls, would the opening of the Pearly Gates still allow me in
life is better without mistakes mistakes are better without regrets regrets are better without truth truth is better without reasons reasons are better without lies lies are better without pain pain is better without it it is better...
There will always be some situations that are going to test your own feelings, and your own thoughts even having your mind. Be completely confuse with you asking, yourself am I not beautiful enough for myself. For example sometimes we don't really see ourselves, as someone who is beautiful and intelligent enough. To be able to be love by someone else. But yet that is far from the truth, for have you ever really took a look at thyself in the mirror. For when you look at thyself what do you see, do you think of your scars from the hurt and pain. That you had to experience which tells of...
let my words flow, giving myself a chance to let feelings stain the pages of everyone's minds, allow my emotions to dance, getting their spotlight to sing in, anticipation of whatever flows from my open wounds.
it must be written somewhere, i cannot keep this ink bottled up inside myself, all these stories need to be told by my pen, forever immortalizing who i may be.
Have you listened to the rain whisper? Embracing solitude of the patter while listening to silence of echoes Have you seen clouds of the white horses? And heard the hooves of thunder Touching the soft silver of drops. Have your felt the splashes of gold Drip from an angel's halo? Beneath a waterproof umbrella While listening to silence of echoes.