May your angel keep you safe where you hide until I can come and turn on the lights.
May this page keep you safe from fear.
What is
friendship?
No one knows
I that it was a
bud
But it became a
rose.
Soon it started
dieing
Not wanting to
grow
The petals all
thinking
They could fall
to the floor
I tried to save
this poor little rose
But I guess
within my friendship
It could not
grow.
I wish I
could’ve given a little more.
Your heart has
been searching can’t you see
I’m
the one you’ve been wanting
The one your
heart seeks.
So look no more
for you have found me
Right at your
door is where I can be
Listen deep
inside your soul
For these words
you’ll hear
So
faint…So far…
“Finally you found her don’t let her get far.”
They chase you
in darkness
Death be not
proud
Wanting us
crazy so that
One by one
we’ll fall down.
Now being the
time
To their
children they pass down
A forbidden code
That
can’t be brought down.
For these children are now older
Watching their
parent’s, seeing how
the dos and don’ts
They got that
down.
So hold on
little chopper
And to
other’s hanging around
For us
kid’s are now older
Much smarter
than our folk’s crowd
Get ready for
thunder, cause
You’ll come tumbling down.
Down dirt
road’s uncle went
Always to be
chased by something or it
In the air or
behind on foot
No matter what
it was always with him
Down dirt roads
he went and went
Always thinking
“Tag your it”.
But no matter
what behind or above
He was always
to lose them,
And come over
with a buzz.
Down dirt roads
uncle sped
To bring us our
present’s
He made with
great care.
This time
yelling at Bubba
“Let
Mr. Bubble’s handle that”.
On this highway
he chases the lines
To parts of the
city where he run’s to hide.
Living each
moment looking behind
One day
they’ll catch him but not tonight.
On this highway
city finds
He’s
headed to Country’s
Past that
county line.
Nothing to
bother him
But the wild,
well maybe
The shadow
monsters,
but They just hide.
Come Out, Come
Out, he yell’s out loud,
But nothing
stirs around the house.
Safe inside he
can finally rest
In tell next time, can you run with the best?
He runs with
the wild
To where he
don’t know
Chasing that
bill to
Wherever he may
roam.
So many know
him,
But to those
that don’t
His name is a
whisper
I call him goat.
Always bringing
present’s
For those who
toke
And if your
special like me
You get bomb
dope.
Sometimes
he’ll go on about An Ol’ Lady at home.
But
I like him best when he’s on a role
Making
up shit like a bumble-bee poem.
All of him
that’s what she craves
The good, the bad, well not his games.
He plays with
her heart each and every day
Maybe he knows this and is not afraid.
Are his words true, or just a game.
She tried not
to like him, but
His mind made her change.
She melts where
she’s standing
Try’s
to runaway, calling to God,
But nothing comes
These feelings
she’s fighting
To want him so
near.
Wanting to read
him loud and clear.
Wears me down
from
The sky to the
ground.
Can’t
think of anything else
Even when I
watch a mouse.
Will it get
chased out the house?
It’s
haunting me like the
Fed’s
around my house
I had good
intensions,
But so did the
mouse.
What is this
game that we all play
Running from
the law night and day.
They watch us
go from place to place
Taking photos
for your case.
When they stop
you remember be sane.
Don’t
talk too much, they’ll
know your afriad.
If asked a
question, lie to their face.
If you
don’t it’ll haunt you one day.
And always
remember this code of honor
Don’t
ever snitch on a mother or father.
Make them sit
there and just wonder.
What
we’re making in this bubbler.
May
8, 03
Our worlds are
different I can see
But
there’s something in you
This soul sees
thinking it needs.
Will you tell
me all your dreams
I can show you
all my fun games.
Being careful
as if falling to the ground
I’m
just happy knowing your still around.
Closing my
eye’s thinking sweet dreams
Can’t
you see us in that field of wheat?
Playing like
children soaring through trees
Laughing so
hard we fall like leaves.
Then I awake
still half asleep
Wondering why
your not in the field with me.
Then I realize
it was just a dream.
Playing with you in a field of wheat.
May
6, 05
Can you find me
something please
Something kind,
something sweet
I think the
color was light green
My friend says
it’s yellow
Maybe the color
was somewhere between
Will you try
and find it please
For each day
the clock strikes 4:11 and it’s not with me
Is a day I miss my kind little green
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