Just Writing
Putting words down
Nothing else works
Only way to get these words out
Let these feelings feel the air
Get these feelings out of my nonexistent hair
Getting word indigestion
Pepto Bismal ain’t working
Gotta make these words start working
If I keep them in any longer
Festering may make them stronger
Then my outward action
Would reflect my inward frustration
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The endless feeling of WTF in my space
Needing peace.
Not in these streets.
In my soul
Got me feeling real real old.
Starting out I grew up spoiled
Far from rough and rugged
More like educationally stimulated
I never waited for anything I wanted in life
My attitude is Atomic for the rest of my life
Fuck 0-100.
I’m at 100.
Stay at 100.
Live at 100
Why would I ever stop this flow
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Ain’t no reason to regret where I go
Everything I do
Everything I see
Something new to learn
Something more I can be
I specifically focus on the better me
Trying to catch that dude
No matter where he may be
I’m not looking
I’m on the hunt.
Stalking the future me…
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I’m hungry
I need more than what I was supposed to be
If I had more energy my body would levitate
Don’t need to live forever
I need to be forever
I meed my children’s kids’ great great Grand children
To hear my voice at critical points in their life
Need them to know
I’ll never know them
But I’ll love them with my whole life
The pain and tragedy of my current life
More like seeds being planted
More like the deep darkness of the earth’s riches.
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Struggling to breathe
But surrounded by nutrients that build me up
Absorbing all these different things
Just to make me appear tough
If you think talking to me about big shit
That will somehow make me
Stop working on my own shit
You couldn’t influence me with trillions in riches
I’m not him.
The soul I have is not for sale
You can’t burn me with them bum bitches.
I’m only loyal to what I know is real.
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Either you here for me.
Or you not.
Ain’t no in-between.
Ain’t no.
Maybe later.
Ain’t nothing else besides we rocking till the last breath.
If those ain’t your words.
I don’t fuck with you.
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Nothing new going on in my head.
Just getting out this old shit
Can’t take it with me when I’m dead.
There is something for real
About that glass being half full.
You can only get about one half more
Before you are really full.
So I’m going for empty
Dumping it all out
On steps and i’m a slinky.
Dumping it all out
Whether you are with me
And even if you are against me
All this potential energy
It stays fucking up my synergy
So today converting it kinetically
Into something that has longevity.
Talking but I ain’t talking about shit.
Just purging out last year so this year will fit.
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I’m on some delete all that bullshit.
SELECT * and deleted that shit.
That recycle bin just wants me
To keep hold of the old me
Trying to convince me
That the old can become new
But I’m telling you
What matters can be destroyed
And something new is created
Every single time I make some noise
A new opportunity can materialize
But I don’t get hypnotized.
It’s just one of the many things that I do really really well.
If you cannot tell I can even write well.
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Wake up wondering
Wondering around waiting
Looking in the past with my hourglass
Counting each drop of sand in my hand
Remembering each grain
In the sand of time
Now it’s my time
The right time
Creating sands of time
No need to flip it over
I’ve got more coming
I make my own sand
Even while I’m wasting
That last bit of sand
From the sand man.