Soul Inhalor(Teaser) Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

The Soul Inhalor (Teaser)
Current mood: contemplative

I told you of your future...you called me a prophet. God does not give me that name or power...your lifestyle just makes your future obvious! ! ! why give up hope on bettering yourself because of a few knots in mother natures hair? You cannot blame another earthwalker for your shortcomings so far in your life, devious decisions defer destiny, alliteration to a lost angel...my mind has went numb, i write this from my soul....confusion may fill your cup of tea and only curiousity will help you obtain freedom once again...ask questions not to be noticed but to become informed on the things one is inclined to discover...and for the sake of your heart do not treat it like it is a sin to say goodbye my lover...temptation of love is a lonely battle to face, but when you succumb to the temporary feeling of fufillment you will be left more alone then you previously believed yourself to be...strive to be a 'minute longer in the mirror' away from arrogance but do not become full of yourself, for blessings can evaporate as quickly as water in hell...but i guess you can breathe easy for now...let these words be a potent dosage from the soul inhalor...Waiting to exhale like Angela n Whitney...They don't get me......Keep ya Got Damn Heads Up! ! ! !