Words

Some may say, you're beautiful
But who am I, to have said
Anything.
Is this my gift for dying at my crossroads of a man lost
in his past
Failing and falling
death took me silent
And sent me back, or have I been given
the power to verse
or is it
My curse to curse those
now and in the past
whom have offended
and pretend to like me
But who cares what you say
Because words are written as they
Are written so it doesn't matter
what you think Anyway.
Beauty is in the eye
Of its creator but it's beholder
Is the one that rides the cross of one
Or more of Words.... and the emotions
that I can use and twist the verbs
that can lead to hurt and pain
when someone's heart or feelings
are broken and in the hearts and minds of all
Whom piks up this verse
And wonders ..am I warm in his world or am I the ice that made his veins this vile shade of greenish grey
in the stare of his eyes
I think I am caught in the dark air
Lost ... as my concience awakes
I don't say much about anything
But please try not to offend me
I adsorb a little something of everyone
I meet in some unusual and different thoughts and peculiar ways
Becare full of what you say under your breathe and what you think in your silent space . I feel your whispers and your thoughts deep in my souls pocket
Sometimes i hold my voice and render you in my thoughts
I will leave you in a verse
Of love or haste
But whatever one
Depends on you
Of what I saw or how I feel
There's has been times though in my younger years I would lash out and hurt someone or myself but as I aged and found my true gifts inside the lite of her soul she is beautiful to me her soul is me and is true
our acceptance of each other
has lead me to open the dark doors of my lifes expierence
I seem to only see
The True and the false
Of people I try not to look
But it just works out that way
The words can be like Spears
As I see what happens to people that I have passed to them and when they
read what I leave to them as verse
Tell a lie forget that I
Ever loved you from that moment
The words may find a hint of disgust
Words are all
I have it's not much
but it's my gift to you
For some it's seems
to bring out the angry spirit
that wants to correct me or hurt
Me in some ways
in my aging no bully bears me
as I carry myself in many sides of me
I still hear my Ma say
as her hand was coming down
across my face in disgust
And I could feel my father's
angry soul cursing
They created me to see that
Big boys don't cry
Take it like a man Boy
Like me and your ma
he would scream as he would deliver
his angry soul on my young boy
In me to you to others
I feel their soul cry as I left them behind
I feel a tear in their mind and it is
forming when they think of the damage they have done
But in all reality it gave me the
Power to verse and collect the secrets
Of someone's soul
With a phrase with the.
Words I found
Lost in their soul
Words can be beautiful
As you are and with me
My whisper I leave you
As a friend and i will carry
this moment of you and me
Together in this work.
Words can be so beautiful
Such as the eye it
Finds itself appealing to
Its creator and the intended to
Sometimes wiithin the words
you hear that special someone that you have lost touch you in the air at nite
Sandman
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