One Eleven One

Numbers, Letters... running through my head.

Breakups, Makeups, and messages unread. 

Had my share of fear, and apologies to give.

 

but nothing compares to Gods message for my ears. 

And years I have fought his powerful words...

Between reality, and what is still to be heard.

Voices in my head, and voices that's unheard. 

 

Opnions out my mouth, and opinions out of theirs.

Numbers, Letters, Fashion, Crystals, Money, Power, Fame, Anger, Depression..

Women, Men, Children, Science, Fiction, Realist. 

Hippies, Junkies, Killers, Believers, Doers, and Pleasers. 

 

Different things we all chase,

But with God on my side, my spirit wins each race.  

 

* The numbers mean nothing, but there is someone that means everything. *

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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