Climb out these holes

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    Climb out these holes

    The cigarette stains on my fingertips remain/ still get stressed and depressed when it rains/ steady brushing off the dirt, sterilize the pains/ block out the hurt and focus on the gains/ one with self only, when this world leaves me lonely/ if you find the answers please take my hand and show me/ Holy, and sacred or just a common vagrant/ never sittin still yet I'm always feeling stagnant/ cannot stay out the roses because they are so fragnant/ distracted by these women, catch me tryin to get them pregnant/ a piece, a fragment, reminders in my pocket/ release the hatred, open doors come unlocked with/ the coming day and the passing moment/ that get blown away until I'm forced to own it....
    hide yourself, as you play the roles- disguised by wealth I think they lost their souls- you try your best, and work for goals- and so I'll never rest and climb out these holes- yes we hide ourselves, wearing masks- block the past, feel good today although it might not last, work and play until the lungs collapse, find a way out the holes in our paths..
    before the coffe, damn near suicidal/ when you swear you lost me, I'll take the title/ clutch the reigns and jerk the bridal/ until my names an american idol/ survival, means living, deprival means giving/ comin at me as a rival? must be kidding/ Hard to the dome, I walk my dogs on these streets/ all the time in the zone, placin thoughts over beats/ numbering the challenges, turn them to defeats/ tryin to find the balance between the tricks and the treats/ the ups and the downs mix with losses and the founds/ images and scents, link to memories and sounds/ still just circling through this life like the 5-0 makin rounds/ be the being, awareness means control/ and if you catch the meaning you'll climb out your holes...
    Hide yourself, as you play these roles- disguised by wealth, I think they lost their souls- try your best to achieve these goals- never rest, climb out them holes.. yeah out them holes, you climb out them holes.. yes we hide ourselves just like we'r wearin masks-block it out and forget the past- today was good but it might not last- work or play, now lets relapse- and get thru the holes, that block our paths...
    Hate slowin down, when I know where Im goin/ its snowin now, and the wind is blowin/ scared as fuck, but I aint be showin/ gots my lady luck and she keeps me goin/ nothing can touch me Im buddha blessed/ your sword stay rusty so your second guessed/ when things get rough we dont fuss or stress/ I keeps it up an search for happymess/ an I say happymess, because a mess provokes feelings/ I must confess that my anger can hit ceilings/ make the hate suppress, as the strangers names revealing/ life is perilous, sometimes you must find meaning/ and Im screaming, yellin bloody murder for escape/ always dreaming, dwelling, on every word and each mistake/ but as long as our suns beaming, we follow through and scrape the plate...
    and they sing....
    We climbing out these holes jah, we climbin out these holes, must get out these holes ya'll, assume the roles, and if I trip I've told ya'll, that it wont bring hate, so help me out these holes jah, before its to late, before its to late, before its to late, breathin in the love ma, extinguish hate


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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    dtalks’s Poems (21)

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