When my beating heart refuses to beat
And the breath of life proceeds to leave,
My God, I beg that you please,
Please remember me.
As a product of your works
You made me, me
I am unique, a person,
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They flutter and they flitter
Two lovebirds on the lam
Their beatings wings adorned with glitter
Tiny beads of dew reflecting in the sun.
From flower to flower they wander
A constant game of catch me if you can,
No time to wait or simply ponder
When procreation is now their only plan.
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Should I be called Mero, Hero, or Romero?
The creator of Rome, or a sublime tyrant-
meandering in a capitalist maze-
where cows their milk drink and throw it up.
What am I but a swift melody
in the Lost Forests of Latin America,
never heard (do I even exist?).
Psychedelic experiences - extraterrestrial-
cruising in the Milky Way, on a white Toyota.
20% beast, 30% baby, 50% thoughts.
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Gloriously fighting for all they hold dear.
Envy and jealousy lie in the hearts of all fools.
Revenge can be good or bad. It can give you pain or pleasure.
Maliciousness is not a sign of bravery in their eyes but rather a sign of weakness and folly.
Ambition slithers through the hearts of brave men like snakes Slither through the Earth.
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Will die a thousand deaths,
Until my voice being heard
Will die a thousand deaths,
Until freedom and rights are reserved
Choices are not the ones set by the rules
But, are the horizons of imaginations and possibilities,
Free from the shackles of yearning and qualms.
Fated for the greater good are no more just words,
So, are experiences no more painful,
Rather a ride of presence.
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When my beating heart refuses to beat
And the breath of life proceeds to leave,
My God, I beg that you please,
Please remember me.
As a product of your works
You made me, me
I am unique, a person,
......
They flutter and they flitter
Two lovebirds on the lam
Their beatings wings adorned with glitter
Tiny beads of dew reflecting in the sun.
From flower to flower they wander
A constant game of catch me if you can,
No time to wait or simply ponder
When procreation is now their only plan.
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Promise you'll sing about me when I'm gone, through tears and sorrows, heart aches and pain
Promise you'll sing about me when you're sad and lonely, and I'm heavy on your mind and you can't shake that feeling
Promise you'll sing about me and tell my story of how I made it over on this healing journey
Promise you'll sing about me for all the lives I touched, with my Prayers and Poetry and moved by the Holy Spirit
Promise you'll sing about me when you need a pick me up to make it through the day
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Let’s just take another sip. The feeling is far too good for me to want to dip. It fulfills all my needs, it makes the pain go away, yeah at times I might start to sway, but I don’t complain because I’ll still live to see another day. One, two, maybe even three. I can control myself so just let me be. I don’t see a problem with it, my life is just fine. There’s nothing wrong with sipping a little cup of red wine. It’s tasty, it’s sweet, and can be tangy too, you should try some cause only if you knew. Come on, take sip, and enjoy the flow. I promise you’ll love it so join the show. Watch how it makes you feel, all your problems will be gone. Might even drink enough to make love to this song. I love the feeling, trust me there’s nothing really better. I can drink so much that I start to fly like a feather. So I ask once again can you take a sip. Put it on your lips and enjoy this trip.
Nah I’m cool on the sip I think I’ll pass. I seen what it can do to your life in a flash. You think it’s cool now but it can get worse. You don’t want to find yourself being carried in a hearse. You see what your sipping can be a curse. Ain’t no happiness in that cup. You feeling good now but what about later. Emotions rolling through your mind you know you really need some savior. Depression, suicide, then you start to feel empty. Let me get up out of here cause the devil trying to tempt me. You can’t knock me off course do you know who on my side. Testing on his soldier yeah you got a lot of pride. See I knew who you was while you trying to hide, walking around the world all in disguise. All you do is tell lies. Look me in my eyes I can see that you phony, you can try all you want but you ain’t nothing but a one trick pony. So I’ll pass on the sip but can I thank you for the test. Let me tell my people that the devil wears a dress.
Give, before you are gone, for you are sure going to go.
This world is nothing more than a drama, a show.
Give, for you don't know when the death whistle will blow!
Nothing is ours, did we bring anything with us?
We will leave everything behind, then why all the fuss?
Isn't it better that we give away our surplus?
This world is not real, it is a Cosmic Illusion.
Man is a fool, he gets caught in his possession,
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