moemedi lynx magoro
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Its The End Wherei Begin
The joys of life are finer than the sands of time, The heart of man will never be pure as love and piece, The winds of change will never hold one direction, The gift of the gab will never hit on one side of the face,
White.. white is pure and serene, freeing from the comwebs of the mind, White is calm from the inside you float on the cloud of pureness. But white is also deceiving, confusing the minds core into a infinite mold of creation, It spins the world through a peaceful gesture and symbolizes cleanness,
The Man In The Box
The man in the box, born to set my world to right, Effortlessly soon ignites the screaming in my head, The whispers speak sign language, they are legion, Its moments like these we seek understanding but little is understood,
These hands and the power that they hold, The future is held there without any second chance guess, They help me see in the dark, They give me a identity that no man has,
I met influence standing at the corner with a bunch of young dudes/ He said he spoke to them and they accepted him in their crew/ Cause when he spoke people saw he was cool/ He turned around and said join us as I show you how I influenced john our leader as he acted a fool/
Gravity Is Gratifying
He was just another man trying to embrace what many lacked/ Despite his efforts in trying to make it family tore down his vision and left it wrecked/ He tried to find the solution from ancient wisdom/ His efforts were gloom and blurred by the towering walls of their kingdom/
He went on with his life without a face. people he once cared for used his body without disgrace. He often felt heart broken and alone because of these people. He was shot in the heart many times until his heart became blue, green and purple.
A Man Cannot Live With Only Food And Wat...
I haven't slept in days because of the thoughts my brain keep making of you. I resist the urge to drown in my feelings and baptise myself in figurative images of seeing myself with you. I know you wait somewhere out there for me so patiently. I know you wait beautifully in a red dress wearing your heart pleasantly.
Just Like Her
Her eyes are dark as the polished black sky at night. Her skin is the opposite, well its light. When they say everything happens for a reason I never believed it. But the day that we met, I felt something come together like buttons of a shirt.
One Way Or The Other
One way or the other. Take the bullet and die One way or the other. Take the rope and drop dead like a fly One way or the other. Breathe the fumes and choke your brain from its oxygen One way or the other. Play the game of hang man with the devil and fry with him in the oven
In such moments we congregate, I’m currently being pre-genetically exposed to secrets locked in time by my forth fathers.. I am the night, day and morning. I have learnt not once, not twice but thrice that I am the night, day and morning. My lineage is from a forsaken kind.
THE VOICE What speaks, is it the lips or the voice. My dearest question? is there a choice. My voice compliments my lips in the art of communication through the art of language.
In between a rock and a hard place your mind winds for the worst and always messes up your chain of thoughts. The truest secret is to lie to your yourself constantly and say its gonna be okay until it eventually becomes evident.
I heard a fallen heart break behind the silence. Its sound hit harder than a concert speakers frequency interference.
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Its The End Wherei Begin
The joys of life are finer than the sands of time,
The heart of man will never be pure as love and piece,
The winds of change will never hold one direction,
The gift of the gab will never hit on one side of the face,
You will not see pleasure as long as there is uncertainty in your heart and life,
The cycle of life has been tried but it could never be mastered,
God himself has created a being even complex than human minds themselves,
You alone hold the key to your power that will forever make you Chained for life,
This poem will not fade as long as its written ...