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    • LOVE HAS NO FACE, NO COLOR, AND NO SHAPE. LOVE IS WHEN TWO PEOPLES HEART COME TOGETHER AND BECOME ONE.

    life

    Life can be so unfair
    some get get shot just from one stare
    one glare
    as kid in NY i saw blood on stairs
    but life is precious
    so learn from your teachers lectures
    read your ancestors textures
    let god drive u, but at least put in some effort
    life is precious so for mine i shall fight
    make sure that my seeds live a good life
    because i didn't, my past inside my brain is locked in tight
    never do i want to see the shine of the reapers sieth
    life, you can only live one
    knowledge is power, so learn don't be dumb
    take care of your daughters and son's
    tell that it was bad where you came from
    life, some say the best life is pussy,money,weed
    yes i do still think this is the life for me
    this life i want live until my soul is set free
    but even i know i can do better, that even a blind man can see
    in the bible is says in this life we shall not sin
    but we still do, the devil wins
    right know i can see grin
    waiting to take my soul and bring me in

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    Mandi commented on life

    07-18-2010

    I hope you fight for a better life, don't give up and make excuses for not going anywhere with your life, you have extremely good writing skills, hey I want to be able to say "I knew you when"

    alb29oclfl commented on life

    07-07-2010

    the true facts of life at such an early age, great write

    jessevevlair commented on life

    05-07-2010

    the sad but simple yet complex truths of life......

    Olan01 commented on life

    05-05-2010

    Yes, I know Grim Reaper and thrice I have dodged his scythe as he attempted to harvest my soul. I, also, know his older sister, Teresa, the thresher who hides not in darkened corners but sits by sharpening her sickle to harvest every soul, good and bad. She said to me, “Soon, I will ply my blade against the shaft cutting down all and another will plow it into the bowel of Mother Earth for fertilizer. New seed will be planted and hopefully this new crop will yield. You, Phantom, have captured the essence of what is just and right. All that is required is to do justice and to love God, to do unto others as you would have others do to you. Good write, my new friend. Olan

    phantom

    05/05/2010

    not many people get this poem really........but i see you do...thanx

    jj1562 commented on life

    04-29-2010

    great flow, and nice rhyme i liked it a high nine from me.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

    phantom’s Poems (13)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Listsin To your Heart 4
    "I Miss" 2
    WOMEN 3
    Struggle 12
    Dear Father 23
    Grandmas Cooking 23
    Mark of the Beast 9
    life 13
    a message to all fathers 13
    man who kills 5
    meant to be 3
    earths gift 4
    a mortal with te powers of a god 3