Poetic Philosophy
I was told that my mind is a dangerous thing-
Cause of the philosophy that it brings-
Forth when I put pen & paper together-
From the knowledge & wisdom that’s written whenever-
I lay down my thoughts & ideas that are
flowing thru my veins, releasing all my joy and my pain-
For all to see, to feel, to touch- the depth of my emotions like a raging storm, that leaves destruction after it’s done-
Sweeping through the city of my imagination
Created by life’s havoc & frustrations-
As my mind releases it’s feelings, that are jumbled & scattered,
then pieces them together like a puzzle- so intricately woven
As the pen flows on the paper like a symphony
Releasing my words like harmony-
Sometimes sweet- sometimes bitter-
My words will make you quiver-
From the bluntness they deliver-
When I put pen & paper together:
I was told that my mind is a dangerous thing-
Cause of the philosophy that it brings-
Cause of the philosophy that it brings-
Forth when I put pen & paper together-
From the knowledge & wisdom that’s written whenever-
I lay down my thoughts & ideas that are
flowing thru my veins, releasing all my joy and my pain-
For all to see, to feel, to touch- the depth of my emotions like a raging storm, that leaves destruction after it’s done-
Sweeping through the city of my imagination
Created by life’s havoc & frustrations-
As my mind releases it’s feelings, that are jumbled & scattered,
then pieces them together like a puzzle- so intricately woven
As the pen flows on the paper like a symphony
Releasing my words like harmony-
Sometimes sweet- sometimes bitter-
My words will make you quiver-
From the bluntness they deliver-
When I put pen & paper together:
I was told that my mind is a dangerous thing-
Cause of the philosophy that it brings-
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