OK...I LOVE DRAWING AND I LOVE WRITING...BUT POETRY IS MY WOMB, EXPRESSED THROUGH MUSIC AND SONGS (MY BABY)...I LOVE ANYTHING THAT DEALS WITH WORDS. THESE ARE MY WORDS.
I got ideas.
Words of simile,
that cuts so deeply,
Beyond skin deep drama, fantasy and farcical realities
I got a poem locked up behind bars.
Bars of steel hearts...
Bars of unspoken thoughts...
Bars that bars us from the truth,
And these ideas will take the route of a pilgrim
and take root, swallowing and drinking like gospel to the ear
for you to bear on the cross like Jes-us.
What I resound through my poem is peace to all.
My anthem of love,
persuasion of trust.
I got ideas but i still lust.
And in these tones and rythm of letters
u can hear the cries of the broken,
hear the laughter of the victors,
feel the tears of the mother...earth..
who birth experiences known to man.
For I got ideas in my hand and in my eyes
are nerve ending signals sending meaning to my thoughts.
I Got ideas.
I got food for thought.
AT WORK...27/JUNE/08
I got ideas.
Words of simile,
that cuts so deeply,
Beyond skin deep drama, fantasy and farcical realities
I got a poem locked up behind bars.
Bars of steel hearts...
Bars of unspoken thoughts...
Bars that bars us from the truth,
And these ideas will take the route of a pilgrim
and take root, swallowing and drinking like gospel to the ear
for you to bear on the cross like Jes-us.
What I resound through my poem is peace to all.
My anthem of love,
persuasion of trust.
I got ideas but i still lust.
And in these tones and rythm of letters
u can hear the cries of the broken,
hear the laughter of the victors,
feel the tears of the mother...earth..
who birth experiences known to man.
For I got ideas in my hand and in my eyes
are nerve ending signals sending meaning to my thoughts.
I Got ideas.
I got food for thought.
AT WORK...27/JUNE/08
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