Old Things (repost)

So I haven't written anything new and I think it is because I haven't given due pittance to the old things. Tonight since I consumed a rediculous amount of caffiene at the movie theatre I am up and will post some of my old things. I like calling them old things, like something that I should have discarded but was sentimentally attached to so I kept. Which is exactly what these old things are :). Enjoy

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I gotta write
not because i want to but because it is in me
in my blood
ingrained in my soul
etched in my destiny
to use words
to heal
touch
inform
please

I gotta write
because in words I find solace
The finality of the written word.
White it out
try to erase it
burn it
rip it
crumple it and it wont disappear

Words, written, will be and ARE
They are my security
A spoken word is fickle
and tainted
with expression
inflection
emotion.

Verbal intercourse suits those who have no hope for the next instant
and have to squeeze and strain every bit of happiness from the present

The written word is definately my mode of transportation
from one mind to the next

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Son of Solomon
wisdom is power

Wife of Ramses
beauty like a flower

Sister to Sparta
make your enemies cower

stand in the shadows
make holiness your tower

Cousin to Isis
bake your bread with leaven

Archimedes Uncle
magic number 7

Mother of Marley
at the table with Jahs bredren

when the world is against you
stand next to heaven!

(old things) "Peopls Opinions"

Peoples opinions,
like tear drops in a well,
just as salty when you taste them
as they were when they fell.

Peoples opinions,
expressed in many ways.
That glance, that evil glance that says,
"This is my opinion: I don't think highly of you, but I'll smile while you try to please me, even though you never do."

Interesting opinions,
they change circumstances
They fuel hells fire
Burn in the form of glances

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Consecrate youself to me
Oh beautiful strain of melody.
Whisper through my willing ear
your lowest thought
your greatest fear
Make your rhythm my heartbeat
and use my soul as your feet.
Take my soul where you will go
I'm sure my mind will follow.
Let my spirit set you free
as you become a part of me.

Sweet song of my own inspiration
Why fly free of imagination?
Let your wisdom cover me
In turn I give my sanity
Why be sane and have no song?
Why sing life if the tune is wrong?
Why let hope drown in silence?

At least there is a chord for violence.

Consecrate youself to me
Oh beautiful strain of melody.
Whisper through my willing ear
your lowest thought
your greatest fear
Make your rhythm my heartbeat
and use my soul as your feet.
Take my soul where you will go
I'm sure my mind will follow.
Let my spirit set you free
as you become a part of me.

Old things

So I haven't written anything new and I think it is because I haven't given due pittance to the old things. Tonight since I consumed a rediculous amount of caffiene at the movie theatre I am up and will post some of my old things. I like calling them old things, like something that I should have discarded but was sentimentally attached to so I kept. Which is exactly what these old things are :). Enjoy