Angelo H.G.

I did not understand at first touch
but it is that conflict in life
that has shaped me to who I am today
these strengths were once weaknesses
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Where am i at now?
I'm just a traveler reaching out
for a state of consciousness
cause its seems we have a habit of likeliness
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Blood on my shoes
in these footsteps
over charged when I payed my dues
hate I need a lot less
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</>As an illuminating star over comes petty shadows
so do I conquer worthless sloppy thoughts that rest at the pits of failure
The dogs are barking but I still listen only to my heart
Their doubtful mouths mean no more to me than
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Where is your heart?
kneeling in a lovers hands
soaring across the stars
infested in an art
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I fell from the path that was once my road
tumbling down the hill in a hole I rolled
though light remained
I shut my eyes and believed only darkness I gained
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Does anyone out there hear my screams
I'm bleeding gloomy themes
in my thoughts and my heart is turning cold
behold this pain that floods and makes me bold
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Open with a wild sip
read and feel the heart rip
as our time slip
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To the limited minds and co-conspirators
filling a world with doubts and encouraging broken dreams
pointing out flaws and realistic illusions
yes I am speaking point-blank to those
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</>Wake up to the bittersweets of this world
realize that it's a balance of doubt and faith,
personalities and race, prisons and open space
two roads lead to your dreams or a distracted bland life of what if's
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Feed me soul
that flows like water down mountain streams
fill me, fill me
so that I will pour and they will feel me
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Illusion is its nature
this distance between us
division, my mind over my soul
miss the truth
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In my most recent path
upon stumbled beauty and opportunity
my eyes met her with a friendly greeting
it was like when an eagle spots its prey
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If you feel the bone breaking emotions I do
that rip through your body as easily as diamonds would
then taste my words
feel my metaphors with your finger tips
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Well then teacher asked the young philosopher, is love in the cards of all men?
For I have whimpered with this question as I've seen couples crossing fingers embracing each other
and smiling as if they have discovered the comedies of life.
Yet here I am befriending solitude with absence from the bliss of romance.
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</> Fresh Off My Mind
Lost between the daily routines
attempting to cope with these speeding times
sealing the windows of my core from gloom that is slowly inching in
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His thoughts crumbled down his head
releasing from his mouth
at times his words were witty
and articulated with a smooth confidence
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I'm trying to open doors that lead towards a smile
Let me be reminded of the glories this life has to offer
These four walls have me beating at my heartbeat
Trying to tune in on my rhythm
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He has washed away his soul with wine
taking the bread from his sons mouth
malnourished to the wolves under moonshine
dressed in poverty to a mother with ill health
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