“I am a man with a heavy heart, and I dare not turn the pages
Writing with automatic self destruction
Is a blind faith, a cruel waste”

× 2 × Blind Faith × Liam Bailey × Poetry × Chase and Status

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Love is rent, and his payment is overdue
She draws the weapon from car compartment
And makes way to the apartment

Door C4
Who knew a midnight text
Would have his room blown over like semtex

All debts are paid
An Angel sends a deadly blessing
And let other men take this message as a lesson…


First To Shoot
XX

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× × Poetry × XX × First To Shoot × Soon

Love One Another

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.


-Khalil Gibran

× 3 × Lebanon × Poetry × Prophet × Khalil Gibran

“Knowing she won’t be happy.
Arms tight,
People staring.
Something telling me it’s going to be a long night,
Reminiscing knowing my place,
Side-stepping, making that call.
It’s a fight with two parts of the mind.
These walls feeling like another drug,
Not had much to drink,
Brandy’s turned to worries.
Should have a different girl lying by my side
Instead trying techniques of neutralize.
Imagining if I make this call,
Wondering will she understands what’s on my mind.
Will she even recognize?
Does she know or is she a part of the wondering walls.
Contemplating just having the stuff
Because the walls are making me feel like I’m on the drug.
Just would’ve been a standard hangover dawn
With curtains drawn
Too late now curtains aren’t an option
Still no idea of the time.
If I do it voices soften.
But now temptation in the near
Tears in her voice
Telling me I had a choice.
Before my words.
Knowing I’m pulling the trigger on a point blank nerve
Now thinking have we hit the curb.
He’s only gone and shot a nerve
As her son she can’t be happy, but still by my side, leaving all her pride.
Knowing a simple mistake could change our lives.”

— Brad Williams
× 1 × Prison × Phone calle × Poetry × Regret × Mother × Drug
Red Light Angel inspired
× 144 × Tunisia × Poetry × Soon × XX × Red × Light × Angel

Men raise flags and she whispers to the wind 
Her campaign of lies has Caesar marching out with his forces 
And Empires fall like leaves unwatered

In deep remnants, she escapes his imperialism for independence
Even Alexander couldn’t conquer a heart so Helmand
Provinces untouched, a promise never to be undone..




× 1 × First To Shoot × XX × Afghanistan × Love × War × Imperialism × Poetry

Mistake the wedding aisle for death row

On his knees for the executioner’s final blow

Propose to engage in deadly ties

Exchange vows and divorce bullet from gun’s mouth 

Confetti falls like empty shells to semi-automatic song

Golden rounds on the floor 

Marked with manufacturer codes

Dates, Occasions, Places 

And names of lovers lost in her war…

× 1 × First To Shoot × XX × Poetry × Soon × Love × War × Wedding × Bullets
One day, little boy, you will realize that to find hapiness you have to let it go and stand in the middle of the storm, abandon your protectful armour as a knight let yourself be taken away in this huge tube that we call life, And that day you will no longer be the one who sees the drama playing but you will become the star actor on stage playing the first role of your life… 
× 88304 × Sabrina Bou × Poetry × Lights × Candles × Winter × Night
If wine is sweeter with lust and milk white with trust, a cup of milk served would turn red at her lips touch..
× × First To Shoot × XX × Soon × Poetry
They say a lion in winter is a sign of sadness. That there will soon be an end to mornings when he can roar and stir dust an end to his eyes scanning jungles concrete and sublime a time where his teeth become brittle like memories that may clear the way. But what they don’t tell you is that a lion of the winter is still and forever a king. The roars inlaid with youth’s own gold and fire and all things that mean power is his own earned and shining crown so he can put that in his pocket and rumble low when he speaks because you see, his message talks loudest in the thunder. The lion of winter broke jazz out of jail made bullets realize their own tears and resuscitated souls stuck in sidewalk scars young cubs hinged on his words until they could form their own and roar and that gave him joy, you see. Don’t let them tell you the lion in winter is a heartbreaking sight because the end is near and that his scattered scriptures won’t live because each roar each rumble he made is the born heart of another poet the fervent blood of another writer and if you truly listened and loved him That roar still lives in you.
× 13 × louis reyes rivera × Poetry × Lion × Winter
× 5 × Louis Reyes rivera × Malcolm X × Bullet × Cry × Def Poetry jam × Poetry
Piano Girl | XX
× × Poetry × XX × Piano × Girl × Lust × Fame × Vanity × Vogue
Secrets from under the covers ‘Whisper to me what you whisper to others’ Trading war stories with distant lovers  
× 420 × XX × First To Shoot × Soon × Poetry
× 1 × Def Jam × Poetry × Imagine × Black × Ice × Streets × Drugs