tired of talking
tired of using a lot of
words to communicate
tired of teaching to
educate I rest my case
on a paper stack
like a paper weight
on top of a waiting list
it's gone take some time
to get to it the hour is now
to do it I say screw it
enough to split wood
into splinters unopen
letters return to sender
too tired to rest in
comfort too tired to
open my eyes to see
what's coming next
still cleaning up mess
from the last time
class was in session
The Immortal Wize
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I Gone Need A HandI heard this man say some distasteful things to a child I thought to myself if I ever see that man I'm gone punch this man in face again and again until my hand fall off that's how much I loathe pedo's and chomo's  |
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Inside Of Outthe way out is through the storm don't let the strong wind hold you back from where you going a storm is coming I ain't no Noah I ain't been told to build a ark I am I am I am a spark in the dark when things go left I look to the right a storms approaching we got action we got motion I'm no psychic I do not claim to foresee "I SEE" I'm gone say look in the mirror at yourself and ask for help by all means necessary "Help Yourself" the storm is near tick tock the storm is here |
Missing Thenhow do we manage to relate if we do not communicate haven't heard your voice in a while when you text me I breakout in a smile it's always good to hear from you even it's a word or two you want to know how I'm doing no matter how I'm feeling "I'm well" is my reply truth is these are some lonely times even standing in a crowd I lived long enough to know who to trust and it don't add up to much I could say let's have lunch but you probably would make up an excuse not to see me in person and still the question is how do we manage to relate if we don't communicate |
Got Workin the words of the The Isley Brothers " I Got Work To Do" and my work to do ain't got nothing to do with the work you got to do we got work to do and the work we got to do ain't gone get done spending our short time here on earth all up in every body elses business there's too much work to be done everybody got some work to do I'm gone work on me and you should work on you |
Long Overduethere are some things I want to know and though it is a privilege to discover there are some things I know I don't need to know the truth is easy to tell it contains less detail a lie is more elaborate meticulous convoluted faithful but not true believable but not so errorless but not correct the it's been said that the only way three can keep a secret is two must die for one to continue the lie to cover the actual fact digging up ghost is a haunting thought it's best to just let it be things we find out can be mentally disturbing just leave it in peace the axiomatics have yet to speak |
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Blackboardtired of talking tired of using a lot of words to communicate tired of teaching to educate I rest my case on a paper stack like a paper weight on top of a waiting list it's gone take some time to get to it the hour is now to do it I say screw it enough to split wood into splinters unopen letters return to sender too tired to rest in comfort too tired to open my eyes to see what's coming next still cleaning up mess from the last time class was in session |
Since WhenI heard a lie a big lie a tall lie a fat lie a long nose lie a lie lie nothing but a lie I heard that people aren't ready to know the truth |