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And yet, more. I jsut started writing the other night, and this is what came out. I kind of like it, so I though I would share. It is a sharp left turn from most my work though
Many times I have tried to articulate
The power in my mind I see even when blind
Then grand revelation of my deviation
Hit me like a Mac truck doing 70 in a 45
Words are my power
Flowing through my like a river of lava
The other day I cut down a mountain
With nothing more then a verb
More so impressive, I took a life
Stopped it cold in a bloody mess
Of heart break and heart ach
Using nothing more then a hand full o
Nouns and adjectives
Then I lifted a broken heart and body
Out of the sewers and gave hope and sight
To a blinded crack whore
With just a few well places metaphors
Words are slung like a six-gun
With hot loads and a laser scope
Leaving the loser to cope
With a hole in their heart
Cauterized by scathing sarcasm
Burning a chasm
Into the bottomless pit of the soul
And human existence on a higher/lower level
Vocal cords and the pen are the true weapons
Of mass destruction
Deconstructing the hopes and dreams of our children
The words of man playing God in our minds
Echoing through time
Powered by a catchy rhyme
Words are the tools of murder and suicide
Shout out “nigger” on a street corner in South Compton
And see how long until that word turns
Into a bullet in your brain
It’s an expression of hate
And rage
And pain
But do words have a fate
You can try to trick fate
Masking meaning in political correctness
Trying to dodge the metaphorical bullet
Bu being PC just turns your bullets to bombs
The presser grows turning those words into
Blazing shrapnel in a racial and class wars
As politicians and priests intimidate the masses
Encouraging clashes
With words like
Liberal Commie Homo Heathen Sinner
Blasphemer Hippy Traitor Un-American
Vocal cords vibrating through time
Like a chaos vortex
Sucking up the souls of our peoples
Tone-deaf motherfuckers can no longer hear
Black or white or red or yellow
We all sound like the same shade of victim
On a TV sitcom
Laughing at the words that hurt
Long as they aint fired at us
So beware the man in the corner
Reading the dictionary
Some day he’ll sing like a canary
And the wrong song will end this world like an atom bomb
But if we are lucky he’ll use that song like a healing balm
And he’ll find a better way to say
Can’t we all just get along?
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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!
I am the one you warned me of
I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.
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