Life seems so uninspired,when your down on your luck,they accelerate over your limp soul with all four tires,they say their happy for you,but most are liars,to see your downfall is their hearts desire,it makes me send my prayers three times higher,nobody takes the time to see the beauty,sit back and admire.
everybody wants to live like a martyr,but become cowardly when scolded by hells fire.i need a strong piece of mind,i can not get caught up in clothes and attire,keep reading books frantically trying to acquire the knowledge to make the mind sharper than barb wire.
i never talk out of turn,but listen with the utmost precision,but its hard to be vocal when nobody listens.they say silence is wisdom,then how come nobody understands my quiet disposition.i ask the question why do people i love want to feel my heart with ammunition,is it them or me who need to quit wishing.if there's happiness at the pearly gates,i pray my pockets have enough for admission,is this life a long winding road to happiness,or just a short painful mission.i have no choice but to play with a poker face the cards god has given,a piece of my soul and the trade center towers are missing.i still need militant discipline to not indulge in temptations that are forbidden,because i don't need more heat,me and the devil have been acquainted,feasting on sin in hells kitchen. life's choking me,but i will not tap out into submission,
please seek vengeance my lord on all my enemies who try to stop my righteous ambition,i gracefully bow my had and say amen...........you may read this,smirk, laugh and ridicule,but only god can judge me and once your heart chooses to grasp this,you should feel the same way to....
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everybody wants to live like a martyr,but become cowardly when scolded by hells fire.i need a strong piece of mind,i can not get caught up in clothes and attire,keep reading books frantically trying to acquire the knowledge to make the mind sharper than barb wire.
i never talk out of turn,but listen with the utmost precision,but its hard to be vocal when nobody listens.they say silence is wisdom,then how come nobody understands my quiet disposition.i ask the question why do people i love want to feel my heart with ammunition,is it them or me who need to quit wishing.if there's happiness at the pearly gates,i pray my pockets have enough for admission,is this life a long winding road to happiness,or just a short painful mission.i have no choice but to play with a poker face the cards god has given,a piece of my soul and the trade center towers are missing.i still need militant discipline to not indulge in temptations that are forbidden,because i don't need more heat,me and the devil have been acquainted,feasting on sin in hells kitchen. life's choking me,but i will not tap out into submission,
please seek vengeance my lord on all my enemies who try to stop my righteous ambition,i gracefully bow my had and say amen...........you may read this,smirk, laugh and ridicule,but only god can judge me and once your heart chooses to grasp this,you should feel the same way to....