Deck of cards
Contributed by
BSteel
on
Wednesday, 11th October 2006 @ 12:06:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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I need not eyes behind my head,
because my back I never question,
from all sides I'm a weapon,
this hand I was handed,
any label you want to stick,
I am that,
I came to this earth for a purpose,
my soul wrapped in a blanket,
endless potential, this is never as good as it gets,
I need not eyes behind my head,
cause rhyming I got it,
down to a science, most words fall quiet like trees in a forest,
but my words riot an explosion of expression never witnessed before,
i am the realist and the most raw writer and figure, still I strive for more,
assemble stonehedge again and tell the aliens I'm coming home,
Aliens scramble on, From groundzero fertile soil, power moves,
the grass is greener,
I done proved,
It is what it is,
my style much improved,
don't nobody move,
forget the past, a vicegrip couldn't stop this hand,
I was handed, so many vices gripped in my hand,
landing the plan to make moments cease,
holdin it in bliss,
with a twist of the wrist,
make days worth living,
when you get the most of the moment,
rising a movement,
walking the fineline between being a God or being a puppet,
whichever way the truth spreads,
It is what it is, and can't nobody stop it.
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BSteel
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2006-10-11 12:06:41] (Date/Time posted on
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