WhispersInTheDark
05-23-2010, 01:31 AM
I wrote this in 10 minutes while in the wilderness, and decided to make it a topic rather than adding it to one I noticed which is similar in its orientation.
Almost stream of consciousness, changed ordering of three stanzas; changed, it will convey some sense to the right people. I won't read it or come back to it again.
I'm not bad like LL Cool J
Nor good like Jesus Christ
But here is what I will say
About the unjust heist
When you lose the one you love
And you find yourself alone
There is no help from above
You mat see youself undone
Now you are a mother
To your children and your folks
You do not need another
It's the sibling you should coax
If you cannot share your story
Cause of clear and present danger
Then when will their be glory
Instead of bottled anger
Focus now on new beginnings
In the never broken circle
Every day can bring you winnings
New growth is such a miracle
Choosing memories, be careful
Through all the times unjust
See things happy and not fearful
Let the vultures fade to dust
No change can come without work
On self and your place to be
Loudly or by quiet lurk
This for sure you hear from me
Perhaps a thing to find here
Amongst others trying to cope
Not near or dear, but good cheer
Is a little thing called Hope.
Almost stream of consciousness, changed ordering of three stanzas; changed, it will convey some sense to the right people. I won't read it or come back to it again.
I'm not bad like LL Cool J
Nor good like Jesus Christ
But here is what I will say
About the unjust heist
When you lose the one you love
And you find yourself alone
There is no help from above
You mat see youself undone
Now you are a mother
To your children and your folks
You do not need another
It's the sibling you should coax
If you cannot share your story
Cause of clear and present danger
Then when will their be glory
Instead of bottled anger
Focus now on new beginnings
In the never broken circle
Every day can bring you winnings
New growth is such a miracle
Choosing memories, be careful
Through all the times unjust
See things happy and not fearful
Let the vultures fade to dust
No change can come without work
On self and your place to be
Loudly or by quiet lurk
This for sure you hear from me
Perhaps a thing to find here
Amongst others trying to cope
Not near or dear, but good cheer
Is a little thing called Hope.