Sunday, February 27, 2011


I command
take stand
be a man
come with it
and come correct
or i'll put you back in check
you have no idea
what I've got here
I advise to stear clear
I'm sharp as a knife
I come back to life
if you stab me in the heart
I laugh at coming apart
re-mind myself of truth
going back to my youth
where nothing made sense
sittin on the fence
take a look through my lens
ladies and gents
you might not understand
or fully comprehend
but the lucid dreams I hold
stories I have told
are ancient old
and beyond words...

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