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shattered glass out on the kitchen floor picking up the pieces of my past move away from the silence to a lingering laugh each of us where's a mask in a disguise in life
  He adjusted his yellowing glasses Gathered his scattered thoughts And cleared his scratchy voice He began,   It matters not
there are those among us that are truly not of us they hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise taking heed to all those twisted ways and lies they have tombstones in the head cause there the walking dead
there was a vocation to promote the population as a young child I would dream about far off places with kings and queens a challenge to be free was a quest for time living on the edge and it's going to my head
she drifts to a world of fantasy the drifting Redwood falls below the surface alone she sits in her lucid dream her very soul permeates a reason for being into a darkened forest with zombie creatures
is going to take me home through following the freedom school free love is all around the burning of the bras acid to drop you out why should we complain, bitch & pout see you in the inside
When I look at me, I see a beautiful woman with the world within the reach of her hands. I see a woman who is destined for a life made for no one but her, cause no one else can walk the path created for her. Just her.
there's salt in the air by the ocean without a care fell beneath the tears of the scale of obscurity in the Spring the leaves felt through with cadence of illumination
you got to be perfect in a non perfect world out of clear simplistic style you know all the great while we all must face a trial in this land so very mean tossed and turned another page has been turned  
gravity homeboy got capped in the knee out in the streets let the truth be told where as years ago with Grandmaster P he was born in the gutter his momma was a whore
We can, but only try To understand the why The reason we exist Or how, we so persist Amongst the good or bad Within the joy or sad To love and fill with hope Or hate and only grope
its in side of me society its a barren waste land blind leaders of the blind yet will fall into a great ditch fallen creatures with the double features infinite howling bastards that call for a disaster
we so often will quiver underneath the covers why do we even bother in a world in so much trouble perhaps you'll make my Martini stron like on the double To grasp at straws in obeying all those laws
lovely girl in the world looks a life with a big heart & smile still to know all the great while longevity inside of me footsteps in the duration of the hall whispers
I am a wolf in the body of a man I persevere, attack my goals, and am hungry for success Strive for greatness thats why I don't rest And always approach with a well thought out plan
Out of credibility we can look deep inside & seek. Sought a peace digging deeper then ever before. Today there are lines being drawn in the sand So I hope you all understand the premise of this discussion.
ambiance filters through the cascading scene alone I hide away from the grey illusive duration Autumn's rich heart permeates with love lines are being formed in the sand soon the leaves will change
We can all agree to disagree with one another. But I'm pushing for universalism to coexist with each other. My love extends and permeates to cohabitation toward my fellowman.
Time after time you sit near the ocean frozen bask in the vast expanse of the ordinance of the day captivated by your smile you conquered the world & more...
The first time i saw him It was as if everything around us began to move in slow motion Like the hands on clocktower were rewinding And we traveled through each other's minds
nature has a way to sooth the inner sense the mere simplistic brevity which permeates a reason a hand to hold the heart will mend the soul is kept in a tight grip of the hand of excellence soaring ever so higher
shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave
inside we so often wander aimlessly through the vortex of spirituality we dig still deep then ever before to reach the pinnacle of are being soft sandal feet with a pitter patter noise of a peace that passes understanding
I look to the sea viral implications take me to the surf along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house you hear the intense pounding of the waves outside
alone in my bed I lay still not able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence alone helpless with demonic bites
lines are being formed from the face and hands eyes, feet & hands when will we ever seem to learn to understand through a variance to a dream voices scream a whole host of angels surround me
When What You Believe Infiltrates Your Behavior The Process Builds The Foundation ! A challenge to be free is a question of time. My soul permeates the very fabric of my existence
alone in the silence of my thoughts pitter patter of soft sandal feet a candle lit in the corner of my room thinking time well spent in thought sullen brevity my soul permeates sweet humble affection
gravity homeboy got capped in the knee out in the streets let the truth be told where as years ago with Grandmaster P he was born in the gutter his momma was a whore
gravity homeboy got capped in the knee out in the streets let the truth be told where as years ago with Grandmaster P he was born in the gutter his momma was a whore
Hello, you maybe stuck in a hotel room today wrestling with the meaning of life. You tried sex, drugs & rock and roll but nothing seems to fill the inner void in your soul.
Old School Remember the old boom box boogey down to the socks Reggie Jackson chewy bars & Tommy's pop rocks Parachutte pants with the hair high fade
Old School Remember the old boom box boogey down to the socks Reggie Jackson chewy bars & Tommy's pop rocks Parachutte pants with the hair high fade
Silent Mourning
whispers... through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base yet we dig much deep then ever before
My Crib Written by: Mario Vitale
It's a new thing, makes you wanna swing While us MC's rap, doin' our thing It's not singin' like it used to be No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat It goes one for the money, two for the show
life is lived upon each day we take time out to pray others may claim it ought not be this way still deep inside there's a heart that beats for the truth Pilate had muttered, "What is truth" ?
in the days of old let the truth be told through vast billows of covered asps the frolic in the ambiance of a moment of love
there was a vocation to promote the population as a young child I would dream about far off places with kings and queens a challenge to be free was a quest for time living on the edge and it's going to my head
in a far off place gone from all known accepted civilization lived a man caught in his own world had a hut with green moss In the evening he prepared a table with a goose & port
the streets were covered with an illusion a vast amount of clothes we sent from the Orient in a box... puzzled look by some passerby's covered emblems with dashing brilliance
there was a vocation to promote the population as a young child I would dream about far off places with kings and queens a challenge to be free was a quest for time living on the edge and it's going to my head
Your the voice that many of us wish we could have..in your inner simplistic sense you evoke a revolution that is charged with a timeless gift of love. Standing further as a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of creative arts.
I must confess through the pain words are weapons they wound sometimes we are gathered here together in union under the garb of love let's all come together through the inner silence of the morning
Sometimes in life's battles we can feel As if we are losing on every front family discord, business setbacks, can put a pessimistic spin on the way we look at life God can use our trials to work for are good
in our vast perpetual state of existence many are those that run with the resistance they graduate from hate to hate never stop to seal their fate
That's How I Roll The Dice
Etched in the vast brigade of your mind Left at your best sublime A merry heart does good like a medicine Happiness is a lone gun momma bang bang shoot shoot Laughter is the best medicine
now its my turn to rock the mic going break therough the tape of darkness in the night like freaks in the sheets I'm going to take you higher blowing up in a fuss of its fullest desire
For I thought she had loved me But I was wrong Wandering the desert of emotions I had to be strong She had first loved me so I thought In time she changed her tune For it was in the late month of June she
Through the breeze A slight scent of mint The Sumer didn't even make a dent In the column of cosmic debris Hollow leaves with colors that bleed In Autumn the colors turn red To awake the barren lake
Hendrix
Jimi was crazy in his days of purple haze Getting tossed with the sauce As a mouse is stuck in its maze Had screaming sounds with his guitar He was a shooting star
The Quaint Cottage
She had big eyes Sweet soft reply like nectar Hands, feet & face Her hair would flow with a trace Loved to be loved in a world so very cold She humbly kept a diary To capture her imainery friend
In the days of nobel breed A king sought out a nobel deed Through his briars of ivory tower Seeking a claim of further desire Yet through the green moss brigade A solemn vow to raise the dead
one day soon you will see the blown apart reality of distant faces with flirting traces having midnight places we are on the move so stay in the groove he comes only to kill, steal & destroy
the streets are now empty the clubs are shut down not a sound until... in the morning there will be sun a chance to have a lot of fun old school to new school that how we rule
On the express basis of the unique premise of the creative write. One should implement their core genre; As an attribution toward success. We can’t sit back idle & expect help. The resistance is too strong.
The little things, the little things. 
Sometimes I wonder why we act so weird when we’re tired and constantly I’m puzzled by the weather’s disorder that I can’t seem to name.
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