My Brain Finally Speaks
This is the perfect example,
I never use my brain until it showed up at my door knocking.
So I opened the door and my brain started talking.
He said what the hell you are doing.
So I said what do you mean?
He started going on and on about his needs of
me have wisdom and knowledge at your everlasting command.
Why the hell haven't you been using it man.
Oh I never could look at it that way before or
I couldn't every stick with it for a second or more.
As if it started to question my decisions or my abilities to will my system.
So I had no other choice but to mute his clients and
so forth I had to exile his position.
Now leading to his sentenced of his execution.
Now may I finally be able to sever bond of the connect from mind to brain,
but then came a tapping and
knocking through the inside of my conscious brain that starts to dwell insane.
Then saying something that was completely unexpected such as
saying sorry for not giving me the instructions to the manual to use my abilities at a willing.
So then my brain got right up in my face and
I never seen anything scarier when my brain apologized.
My brain then gave me a big hug and on that day forth
I started to speak the art of wisdom call love.
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Mafi Grey
I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet
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