2 more. Very different.

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by GimmieMore, Apr 5, 2008.

  1. Worth Of A Woman



    When will the world recognize
    the value of our queens?
    Every woman who ever walked this earth
    Has a value higher than gold or platinums worth
    But still, people continue to physically
    and mentally
    berate them
    and repeatedly
    bring them down
    like they don't understand that one day
    you will need that woman
    cause that woman has what you'll never find
    and thats a soul that can't be broken
    And I, as a lover of fine women
    apologize
    for everything that has ever been done to my beautiful sisters around the world
    whether you be
    beaten
    or battered
    neglected
    or disrepected
    you deserve to be pampered
    put on a pedestal
    and admired
    catered to
    "What do you need my love?
    Let ME provide for you....."
    If you have a woman in your life
    in ANY way shape, form, or class
    ask yourself....
    do you hear what they say when they're talking to you?
    Or are you too busy focused on her ass?
    When was the last time
    you took the time
    to let her sit back and unwind
    while YOU got on the grind?
    Hmmm....
    Let that sit on your mind
    I recently took the time to think about what women have done for me
    and i came to a conclusion that everyone else should see
    You need to find a woman, and learn to treat her like a lady
    Cause if you have a good woman, and you lose her....
    Goddamn, you must be crazy
     
  2. I saw the remains of a flower today
    You died
    Why?
    You weren't given the loving care you deserved
    Simply because you went against the curve
    You grew where flowers weren't wanted
    So by the gardeners you were taunted
    But you never seemed to understand
    The reason this was forbidden land
    You stood your ground
    Trimuphantly
    Courageously
    And now you're dead
    You've rested your pretty head
    Now no one can profit from your beauty
    No one can grow from your light
    But you gave your life for your cause
    And now I see
    What I must do
    Stand my ground
    Learn from your courage
    Even if it takes all I have
    All my strength
    All my life
    To transcend
    To your beauty
    A flower
    Forever
     
  3. These Pills


    These pills are making me crazy
    Making my vision hazy
    My head is pounding
    My pulse is racing
    When the temp drop to three degrees?
    I'm sweating like this is the Sahara
    But I'm shivering like this is the Artic
    WHY IS THIS SHIT HAPPENING TO ME??
    I scream
    but it's only getting started
    I can't think clearly
    My head is swimming
    My thoughts are blurry
    Who am I again??
    I thought these were to help me
    But more than ever
    I feel fucked up
    Like I fucked up
    Like always
    Is there never an end
    To this maddness?
    I descend
    Into my own personal version of hell
    Worse than all of Dante's layers of hell
    If I was to quit....
    Would I go to hell?
    Scary thought....
    But scarier still...
    Would I give a shit?
    If this is it
    If this is all there is to it
    To life
    To me
    Than what more should I try to be?
    Try to be more than me
    More than fucked up
    More than ever
    ....
    These pills
    I take them faithfully
    Religiously

    To no avail
    But still I try
    I WILL PREVAIL
    so they tell me
    But I'm not sure I believe
    This is pill number three
    And no end in sight
    No fix for my plight
    No cure for my disease
    Perhaps except love
    But who loves the one who can't love herself?
    Who loves the weak?
    The meek
    The one who is unable to change
    I see the pattern of my life
    It's in my line of sight
    But I see rejection
    Heartbreak
    No love from a mother whose love is unconditional
    Who cares for me like I'm the only bright spot in her life
    In her eyes
    But in her mind I'm dishonest
    Destructive
    Ungrateful
    And unforgivable....
    These pills
    They're supposed to help me
    But there's no rest for the weary
    No cure for the sick
    At least when the sick and the weary is me
    I'm not sure I still believe
    In hope
    In joy
    I feel like a pawn
    Someone's toy
    I don't mean to be blasphemous
    But God...
    Do you her me?
    Do you see me?
    Am I still on your radar?
    Or have I been cast aside
    to fend for my own
    Make my own decisions
    Live my own life
    With no guidance from the maker
    The teacher
    The healer.....
    I've felt no healing
    .....
    I've prayed
    For life
    For death
    For comfort
    For joy
    For anything
    A sign to show me that you're still there
    Still watching
    They say you don't give more than we can handle
    And what doesn't kill us makes us stronger
    But I'm weak
    Mind, body, and spirit
    And I think I can take no more......
    These pills.....
    They're no fix for me
    No love to be seen...
    No cure left in this world for me......
     

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