So many books, so much intelligence. |
A young boy.
He is just the shadow...
Such a wild sea,
flowing swiftly down the falls...
It matters not how you decide to
recite the Loveable creed...
Such a wild sea,
flowing swiftly down the falls...
I walked int0 the Blackness,
being stalked by the rain...
I lived in a place where young mamas used to cry.
Now, we`re Gonna start with the south side...
My poetry flows like a river, I shiver,
But slowly dashes through the woods...
I`ll show compassion for y`all..because y`all won`t show compassion for yourselves". |
"Most young men don't have fathers to show them Guidance, but have Mothers to show them Love, but have fathers or stepfathers to show them Guidance, then don't have Mothers to give them Love" |
"A Poet Stops being a Poet the second he/she puts the Pen Down" |