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To know me is to feel my aura...you must be an intense person to understand me. I need poetry the way I need love, I need love to live. I love the rain because it inspires me. I aim to live a content life and enjoy the fruit of hard work. I believe that hard work paves our future. One cannot wish for a companion just to live, I believe that an empire can be built by two strong individual as long as the loyalty and interest have met their equilibrium to co-exist. I think life is simply lived at it's best when we simply learn to appreciate and love every moment we have living.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Words

"it's just words" I hear him say
Words that came out like a memorized line from a play
In disbelief thinking I heard him wrong....
I stepped back not to over act
But to act like a director looking for a movie? nah that's "whack"
"Just words" lingers in my ear...words words words...
Words records the history that our early years missed
Words are spoken when souls are being cleansed
Words the young are encouraged to master
Words that the old ones pass on to each other
"Just words" I won't let that get me any angrier...
Words are power and weakness in the same
Words sometimes are mistreated like a puzzle or a game
Spoken Words honor the emotions of happiness or pain
Words are magical to a child who dreams
As their parents tuck them in for the night
Words to explain the wrongs and right
Romantic words that bonds a princess to her knight
Words used to be forbidden depending on your skin
Words we're hidden in secrets from the kings
Words are carelessly spoken like a cheap side walk sale
Spitting words out without a care
Then I ask myself what is "words" to me?
Words makes me stand and scream
Words come out in my deepest dreams
Words makes me quiver and shiver
As I deliver what some might not want to hear...
With words its a difference of guilty or to be set free
Whether you're doing your part in society...
Words makes you and me, and her and him...with identity.
"Just words" don't you ever repeat to me...
As a poet I demand that you choose your words carefully
A poet can use words as a weapon or to cure a soul.
Words to express yourself!
It used to be so simple when we were a child...
There's only good words and bad words....
There's no manipulation to tell a lie...
or sugar coat something to win a fight!
So we sat in silence and it was beautiful
For words should not be wasted on a fool

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