dry bones in this place rize to find desolate traces forgotten memories the soothsayer replaced truth tellers and spoken not a word from the poets midnight has laid to rest the peace givers waking from dreams deferred no one to speak for these little children their voices creep into the morning with no one listening tears fall before the sun someone anyone scream wake up School daze are over the war started these battles must be One to win the hearts of believers struggling to define and find themselves Trapped He She moves in the night prowling for walking dead to lure themselves into alleys dark places to spill their light once cherished these are the days this is the time everywhere present images Lies don't hurt cause Truth doesn't matter any more can I get a hit more views in 15 seconds I'm viral viruses running it's showtime as this board lays to rest I type these words hoping to waken the sullen gifted to appear and write Cause this here ain't right No this here ain't right this here ain't Write ing it's a plea to come back please come back come back i watched no movement no words to breathe Life Into Dry bones where are you come back to LIFE
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
1. "RE: A Plea in the morning" In response to Reply # 0 Sat Nov-21-15 01:43 PM by tycho
I've been awaken but every time i speak modifier's faith is shaken like their title i be taken a shadow of Satan handing out blood clots Jamaican dirty rum fucking bums deleting legacy knock
out
but they refuse to open moving to misery lovers of double bacon on golden arch scramble eggs no hope for a greedy man land of the lost flames tan dark souls i'm to old to spit raps evading fed's taps fuck that Big and Pac crap
and lap dances lead to lust jumping in cold showers all wet of hail deep waters Brenda's baby walk out the alley she hollar's a Macy star riding under the car flat line dollar bills seen it all blood spills golden seals body killers and people popping addictive pills
i feel your ills and pray for hope slippery slop we fall under arbitrators soap on a rope laws set-up to croak a crocker political vultures looking over the most high memo they give you zero but take 20
nicely done the on lookers hide for fear of devils but boldly speak perverted shitz
boards still pulling old tricks from tricks hanging on crosses lost of reality part 3