Dexsta Ray

Gold Star - 13,253 Points (March 8,1994 -)

A Compulsive Writer - Poem by Dexsta Ray

It doesn't matter who I fool with
That's none of your
Business…
What I'm doing with my life? I'll be writing more scription
Or something different
Ain't no telling…
Keep the corny line coming for my own pleasure
Like a gold treasure
Tablet sitting on the dresser
Hanging on to hope
For better
Killing off my own woes through something that ain't mold to measure
Thinking larger than ourselves, lend a helping hand
But can't carry one
Teach them how to sow in sand
Beautiful is life… just a blessing to be present
It don't matter you
Go…
Can't control your lessons when you destined
Leaving life at God's alter
Waiting on the message
And though it's kind of odd, offer up my soul and essence
Without question
I ain't trying to holler, hanging out the window
Asking pleasant words
Maybe of the scripture, for the Lord
Saving souls for
Weh'...
My intentions, and my motives, what's I'm 'posed to say?
Working for the kingdom where I'm going
Though it hurts today...
He'll take the curse away

Topic(s) of this poem: writing


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 24, 2015


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