"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sun doesn't care about your sneakers scuffed up by long periods of poverty.Sun doesn't care if you're a thief of peace.Sun doesn't care if you're a wealthy man,Rich from beggar's change.Sun just,Doesn't care if you're the neighborhood drunk with a pocket full of rage.Sun will always beam a ray of warmth along your path,Regardless if... Continue Reading →
Poetry is everything. A world of observation all throughout history. Current life. While looking deep within Heart, Soul and spirit. A 'sentence' is a thought imprisoned in a 'timeline' of Death. Reawakened by our need to just, 'Know'. Giving birth to ideas, Leading to actions that make or break us...
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