Don't be fooled by my southern slang, you'd be surprised what this complex mind of mine contains, mamma ain't raised no fool, still keep a cool head when I lose my cool, give my life before I sell my soul, yea it's hot as hell but this world so cold, I was born country but still play it smart, I must admit I was once blind, wanting to be famous not knowing they'd compromise my art, the pictures I painted would no longer have meaning, what's a story if no one can read it, I rather do it for the love of art, that's been in my heart since a young boy locked in my room, it was a pen that saved me from being consumed, by my regrets and transgressions, and sometimes this art is all I have and all I need to breathe.....
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Random cognition pt. 3
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Lai-D.Jay says: loved this |
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Just_zeek says: Thanks |
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The Immortal Wize says: Good ink flow! |
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Tretre says: Love the " what's a story if no one can read it, I'd rather do it for the love of art" . I can agree with you on that, what's a story if no one can read it. I really liked this poem. Art can defined as anything that brings you passion poetry or what ever it maybe. |
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Random Cognition p4Dont question me about how I feel, I'd only deny what's real, afraid that you would judge me, for my doubts and insecurities, and how could I be so sure of how I really feel?, if im so indecisive, unable to be precise, my minds so cluttered can't tell the difference between wrong and right, but I do feel the uncertainty, that feeling of anxious emergency, anxiety I guess is what I should call it, whatever it is it causes me problems, if only I could find the true solution, if only I could stop the confusion, am I coming or going?, am I staying or running?, if only I knew.... the truth  |
Still At WarIf it's an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, pretty soon we'll all be blind and toothless, its useless, Still trying to be a better man than what I used to be, the only person im at war with is me, lies and deceit make it really hard for me to sleep, no peace, of mind only lost time spent on regret, I'm vexed, and on top of that I'm stressed, worried about what's gonna happen next, I couldn't tell you why I let so many things bother me, strong in my physical but my minds weak, reading the drunk passage I wrote last week like a scripture, in hopes that I'll figure out what's really bothering me, maybe it was the mixture of dark and white liquor, that hindered me from fighting these demons I'm trying so hard to get rid of, still at war with me, with a ways to travel on this road of uncertainty...... |
Random cognition pt. 3Don't be fooled by my southern slang, you'd be surprised what this complex mind of mine contains, mamma ain't raised no fool, still keep a cool head when I lose my cool, give my life before I sell my soul, yea it's hot as hell but this world so cold, I was born country but still play it smart, I must admit I was once blind, wanting to be famous not knowing they'd compromise my art, the pictures I painted would no longer have meaning, what's a story if no one can read it, I rather do it for the love of art, that's been in my heart since a young boy locked in my room, it was a pen that saved me from being consumed, by my regrets and transgressions, and sometimes this art is all I have and all I need to breathe..... |
Random Cognition pt. 2 Rainy days would usually leave me afraid, But today I thought it would be best for me and fear to part ways, I once had the mind of a slave, until I sharpened my mind like an iron blade, that I now use to slay the evil at bay, a weak mind is easy to find still alive,  but ironically they say only the strong survive, I  must admit my thoughts are at fault, for me not fighting the fight that I fear I already lost, but the wolves were once sheep and the strong were once weak, so I can't help but think there's hope for me..... |
UntitledDistracted by your curves but attracted to your words, as I listen to you speak, of your past life and the pain you had to endure before you met me, I wish I could've met you sooner, maybe I could've  saved you from the pain that grew like a tumor, I blame the world for all of your love lost, or maybe your past lover, whom you barely survived, the reason you're still tryna recover, i can still see the scars on the heart you're trying so desperately to guard, but dont be ashamed, I too was once burned by the same flame, i try to bring us closer in order to bring you closure, knowing that this relationship will not only benefit you, because I've been lost for some time too.... |
Power of wordsThe power of words, enough to change the mood or maybe even the world, I use mine to exercise my self expression, which gives impressions of my artistic direction, painting pictures of my emotions clear enough for you to see, most are unaware of the power, like hidden gun powder close to a fire, though it may be necessary to detonate in order to break the wall of silence, but could result in violence if not used with discretion, they say sticks and stones break bones, but words can hurt more than any fracture or contusion, causing pain and confusion, so be careful of  how you use them, however there's no need to be passive in your actions, speak up and be heard you'll be surprised at what happens |