Soul Searching
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I have gotten better at this
disguising Bullshit
yes I said shit
I'm tired from taking hits
From people that ain't it
this poem ain't pretty
letting my petty
come out and greet thee
I don't want to stay here.
Do not accept where you live.
A Home.
It's not a home
Runaway, they're awaiting you
Live, love, and learn
Then be happy in return
But one place isn't the right time
I stand on red earth
I clasp my hands together,
Raised up like an Aborigine
Proud as a yogi, feeling the intelligence
My ancient ways to present,
I present to you as my talent
Death come swift
and life run true
rivers, life
a vengeful rue
Nothing's right
Not anymore
...
Empty oceans
upon the shore
Blood runs fast
You need to move fast before you’re nothing more than the past
The future runs through your veins
Dictations, like a school teacher, the crimson run determines the existence of future gains
Thought I could forget a moment that eclipsed many before it.
Now a distant memory drowning in the anger and resent of bitter silence deafening to the mind
Painful to the spirit and leaves the heart in a state of denial.
