Thursday, May 8, 2008
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Applaud...no award...the man who never had an option...no medals, bikes to pedal, so he settled for adoption...no home, so he roam where ever his feet traveled...was a poet, very potent, so writing was where he dabbled...he would write until the pen dry...but when the pen died...tears streamed down the page...flooding all his words...life is dreary so he fear he might emerge...as a bird with a broken wing...with no nest to label home...so unrest consumes his day...he prays, he'll never stray any longer...but the longer he prays...praying comes to no avail...his tender dream becoming stale...youthful face becoming pale...love doesn't spark interest...no care for having infants...cuz who was there for him?...so why would he care from them?...because he wants to feel love...wants to instill love...wants to exude that love he was deprived from...only reason for believing where love was derived from...his love outgrew hate...his heart no longer spews hatred but love...this man is no longer giving grills as gifts, but hugs...
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keep doin ya thing
keep doin ya thing
Good shit...but wheres the story telling? re-title it and you good?
good shit...but I don't see the story, thusss i;m suggesting a title change...art of storytelling with no story?
i like, i like. Its honest..Cause when I write (i dunno about you) but its my way of expressing myself. So if I couldn't write id have no other way to get my feelings out but through tears. & wen dat happens ppl tend to get bitter. Being bitter...can make u hate everything, until..like the man in your story, you grow love..
keep writing, i'll be back!
i just dont understand how his love outgrew his hatred ... but either than that, i seen your words come to life as i read them.
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