hotel grand chancellor

May 31, 2006 at 5:20 am (Own Poetry English)

who would of thought
it’d come to this
you’re stronger than that
and your english pratts
for gods sake
and the amazing grace
thought i had it set
right through 2 tha pace
why u still hear
shaped wrong and beyond
just like a pear
whou woulda thought
this posture was urz
not me not i
you you’re wrong
take me right beyond
smoking this shit
they’re toxic but wrong
feel right no wong
who soaked them
the tar inhaled
addicted my friend
writting wit right
smokin wit left
behind swap pen
and da stick
the left is wok
my latter untold
path i pave
where do i belong
i want ma shoez
and glasses at dat
they’re mine
no mercy
no justice
ransome ist shite
giv them back
bitch
you have no right
who tells
the story
i fukin wrote
where i here
why i know how
what woz da sine
stories of who
when i be known
how i cause
shit i do
fukin hay in gras
cows go moo
baa rin the sheep
steering the rams
take me to hell
my heaven be wrong
so i be told
don’t know na tang
bitter lemon juice
pears shaped why
my que fallin
not cause i be stallin
lift me up n high
grace saved me soul
wretch was i
fada in heaven
art in the box
kingdom n name
couch/catch at will
earth ist fukin heaven
eat my crust
daily bread
passed upon and tress undone
led from da tempt
delivered not to evil
king power of glory
a man ist ever
for eva 4 eva
take me now
lead me hold my hand

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what in the world

May 31, 2006 at 5:13 am (Own Poetry English)

you and i both promised the world
traveled in minds
our bodies now broken
tearing us apart
saw our own path
ilumination by lantern
dimness fading fast
out for the count
days ticking fast
time counting down
you’re arms were mine
made me feel safe
as they’ll always will
as once was your heart
just can’t any longer
hold in my hand
whispering tick of tock
safe in my ear
you’ll be never forgotten
just like the smile
i saw on your face
first time i saw you
reflected by water
i took your hand
awe then bestoken
wish i may dream
wait for the moment
where you;
my prince charming
carry me away
painting perfection
seen in your eyes
seed of mine
good filed away
on my horizon
i must now
hurry away

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