Poems from joswelly
We live, but do we really live?
Confined by our own comfort,
We forgot to live,
What of that vessel of life we didnt come aboard,
We're...
We forgot where we came from,
We became consumed by higher work,
We didnt want to settle for braums,
We shot for fancy living and shiny...
We dont take the time,
To stop and here the natural vibe,
This ancient tool who's beat always rhymes,
Before the drum of tribes,
Our inner...
We came, we touched, we felt,
It became more than love,
So hot it could melt,
The heat of a stove,
What is this thing,
Ive never felt...
We're all warm bodies,
put together in an artistic ways,
Our skin isn't what society embodies,
There were never any good ole days,
Shunned...