The progression of one, who’s leas… stands and takes his aim. Resembles from that, the ones befo… quite nice, then states his claim. Confusion spouts before the court,

Picture will you, the Summers, of gardens with roses outside, those left to nature start growing… the flowers and children alike, Picture will you, the children,

As I walked through the paths of… I once sat myself to ponder, and a… two scenes passed, over me: The first of the two came on so st… I closed my eyes in pain,

It happens at such a time, as thes… a pain and loss to feel. To escape these thoughts, I seek… from those I want to heal. Of us who’ve lost, go sit and cry,

This girl I once knew, hitched a… and with the Solar System to her… she thought of the thing one shoul… is a text, to invite her best frie… Now this comes to most as a shock,

I’m back to the place where it all… as time progresses on. Each lasting memory holding still, those least, forever strong, As I lay down, I start to go,

I don’t know how it came about, or who it was that said out loud, “it’s coming now, and killing fast… go tell your friends, and grab a m… So that we did, not sure from what…

No matter how it looks or sounds, whatever comes, I write it down. See, as a child, now this is true, my mother and I, we made a truce. The things I’d want to say or gro…

Mom, you never thought in your lif… who’d speak more words then, Limba… and get told more than just once,… So you’ll be thinking I’m freakin… All That I’m Thinking, which tak…

An auctioneer is a rapper without… A talent of words with great feats… A rapper is a poet gone bad, A sorry excuse for a lad, A poet is philosopher of sorts,

At times, men have been known to…

Upon sitting on an old log one day… I heard an unfamiliar sound my way… So, upon hearing the strange sound… I under covert stood behind a tree… As I listened for that strange so…

We live in a world so full of word… with much useless things to say, not caring whether good or bad, we just say them all the same, In this world there’s power,

I saw you in your grave, my love, with clusters of daisies, in hand. I saw, as swift as the grains of t… someone, releasing a dove in your… So white and pure, as she soared a…