I’m looking at you from where I sit.
Try and figure out what’s alright and fit.
Contemplate the words to my next hit.
Try keep them clean and all neat.
Lose a step, suckle this wisdom teat.
Keep the fire burning my fore fathers lit.
Raise my voice tell them we need to meet.
Get my tools out of my lyrical kit.
Serenade you with my infectious wit.
Raise your heavy heart from that dark pit.
Make you smile I’m not the poison in the meat
Lift your face up escort you to my love seat.
Chip at your icebox bit by bit.
Welcome to the world of The Divine Bandit.
Cast the seed far and wide:
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I am who I am because of what I say with the words that I have, the time I’ve got and the talent I possess. I will myself to do this daily because not everyone can do it. I am blessed to have this ability. I make the shallow look, and sound deep and the deep sound deeper yet with a simple meaning. I want every poem I ever write to be my epitaph. Sometimes I am in my element, sometimes I'm not. There are pieces I don’t believe I wrote because I am not that person anymore. But the truth is; this is a reflection of who I am, who I’ve been and who I will be. I started doing this at age 14 so I guess my works will best be described as “14 going on to immortality”.
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good one, i will be waiting to hear it 😀
thanx dea..so u will be there?
Nice stuff dude!! 😉
hahaha..i’m still on the floor over ua name…lolest..thanks luv…