Poems from Michael Anthony Mccale
My life of sin with no pen here we go lets live it again. what i hate is the hate with in this mind of mine for the ones that I love. Always have been shone a how to be racist at the same time looked with the same eye saying the same thing directed my direction from the ones they say they love,,me. but show the same hate to people and they show the same to me, That's BLASPHEMY so i directed my hate to demonstrate the fate of there mistake of teaching me this hate. I fought back with gods help falling in love,,,, my Black,,,,wife in time to find a hate with in side she did not like.
Feeling like my mind is stuck in a contraption
feeling all of my mistakes like what happen
How can i let these thoughts
BE
taken away from...
It feels good to have this wood in the woods with my knife I whittle
Making something from something where there's nothing but something...
wondering why I do the things that I do
wondering why I get into these moods that I do
wondering why things happen why they do
wondering...
finding and minding my own
if you hear no
if you see no
if you speak no
guess what there will be no
there will be no evil
My life of sin
with no pen
here we go lets live it again
what i hate is the hate with in this mind of mine for the ones that I love
Always...