I back handed my pen/
the Otha day/Told it that it was nothing /But a thing A thing I used to write my /drop dead lines/ in /between themused to be feeling da ink /But all of a sudden My life done took a turn/Not so much but /Yet ! still a turnThe facts still remain My past hurt n pains r trapped in dis souls urn
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Damn Pen
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Damn PenI back handed my pen/ the Otha day/Told it that it was nothing /But a thing A thing I used to write my /drop dead lines/ in /between themused to be feeling da ink /But all of a sudden My life done took a turn/Not so much but /Yet ! still a turnThe facts still remain My past hurt n pains r trapped in dis souls urn |
Final DestinationLet by gones be by gones In 5 o'clock rush hourI briskly step one foot in front of the other onto this temporary stalled vessel Turn the corner and steadily dash My eyes for a seatHearing the playground chatter of the school boys n girls in blue/gray uniformThe politicking of busyBizniz suit professionalsthe gossip chicksStandin 3feet from me hanging on to the railing sulking over relationship dramasGot Lucky to find a seat next to the silence of the woman I have something in common withJust to sit n enjoy the ride to our final destination I tune out the worlds underground chaos andPlug in my divine stillness n tranquility deeply infused with the divine and my being of the daythese moments I breathe n live for The time to rejuvenate my nervous system about the decisions to be made and the conflict within myself Asking questions to unravel the answer
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