This warm and pretty day

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Well I’m out here
I could tell you
bout a thousand from my home
I could tell you I’ve been troubled
and I’m out here on my own
where the miles keep
the bottles empty
and the worry washed away
but the truth is
what’s the use when
I’m lookin’ out on
a pretty day

and the money
ain’t what it used to
be and many
are feelin’ down
and our dreams are
down the tubes while
there isn’t anyone around
I could tell you
bout the nights
without the lights
just lie awake
but the truth is
what’s the use when
the Lord has made us
a pretty day

I’ll pretend I’m goin’ fishin’
instead of wishin’ I was gone
and my friends you’re always welcome
to pack a bag and come along
we could talk about
the good times
set beside me
wash away
with a cold one
in the sunshine
of this warm and pretty day ©

Ode to my beloved sister

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Everything is everything

but everything is fine
depressing hard lessons
my confectionist pretext…

Her divine love is above a heavy head
learn again to think with my heart
peep rear views & UN blindfold memories
blood drivin’ in mud leaves it’s leathery mark

Sensory sunshine
my flex capacitor just got blown apart
sometimes I start cryin’…

Bent from the depth
of last breath & caressing
death just a theft
inside laws of possession…
b
ut I have her
and she’s mine

Sc-Fi caffeine steam
like tea that’s been steeped
deep loves heat
defeats Delorian machines

Libyan bugs climb behind
pines to complete a 187
bazookas blaze Hill valley cemetery signs

 1955 +51 years…
But a dream
can turn out just fine…

my hands in with Lauren
for its my GOD that through death
my baby girl unfurled
that sweet thang still alive…

But…
I miss how she pissed Brian off
when we still had her in this world…

Random time machines
I couldn’t count its cost
one plus point twenty
a single jigga
all its divided… 

No sum described  figures
Watt was never lost…

I smile crying cause
I can’t even deny
you bring back
“Damn that girl ate up all the grape jelly”
your voice’s reverberations
of Welches gr
ape scraped on the jar
mixed with
“This is for Da’ Bourbons and the Cadillac’s”

Any sign of Seville…
cryogenic chilled flex capacitors
wont bring it back
her smile
Master P or Brian’s Jam…

I’m feeling fine because
the sum of my love…
it’s right here
its right where I am…

But I miss her
and sometimes can’t hold drops back
until I picture my best buddy
my baby sister pb& j
Suburban’s & candy painted Cadillac’s.

It ain’t nothing bout some skin
it’s just a literal kinda
kiss from within…

But,
I miss how smart You are…

I hold you in every way I can
but these tears you see on me
they’re of joy my sister
its love Undestroyed…

I can’t get her back y’all
No increment of mother earth
not
all of her kisses
how we lost her…

Could ever convey the current
in a sea of grape jelly
not her worth
no currency equates
the grief of what it cost her…

her dreams were wishes
a
life’s sweet memories offer kisses
and as I tap these keys
I’m pleased to know
that I never even lost her
I still have my little princess
yet miss her more
than eyes can show©

Dear Jesus I love her

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Dear Jesus Forgive me
I feel lost and alone
I’ve brought tears to my woman
I’ve abandoned my home

she’s the light in my darkness
I’m the pain in her night
she’s the hand I hold onto
guide me to be her light

I could never go on Lord
She’s my reason to live
she’s the one I will fight for
everything I will give

just to hold her up high Lord
I will die by her side
please protect her and love her
in Your word I’ll abide ©

Dali diri kag mangin asawa nakon

 


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Baby I’ve been lookin
at you thinkin’ how I’d be
without that perfect sweet smile

burning one direction
I can see my loves reflection
beaming in our first child

love you know I got you
hit me everyday I want to
be the rest of your life

take my hand I want you
love me any way you want to
Rv come be my wife ©

Rebel angel

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Rebel angel fly tonight
on pills & gasoline
lonely motel prisons
roads & bars

taste the lie
believe yourself 
and fly with broken wings 
chase the night
on highways after dark

children pack the empty boxes
mama falls asleep
dogs are barking loud
and daddy’s gone

tears are filling up a child
he never gets to weep
like busted sprinklers
dryin’ up the lawn 

outlaw keep the bible
let it rival all your dreams
love it all your life
and where you roam

tuck it deep inside your heart
don’t cry in faded jeans
don’t die on lonely hiway’s
far from home ©

And It Goes

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just because I never complain
don’t mean I ain’t
been hit by the train
and if you ever did see me
so thoughtful for long
don’t believe I ain’t said
I was right when I’s wrong

mr tell me becomes
of a man without sin
never tried just to lose
never died for his friends

still you look at my smile
and profile such a scene
ain’t no man with no worry
thumbin’ rides through a dream

just because in my troubles
my face never shows
to the Lord on that train
my hurt waves
and it goes©

चित्रकारको- The Artist

-Questlove ©2014 Artist : Edward McMillan

-Questlove ©2014
Artist : Edward McMillan

To be an artist. To create an audible or visual mark upon this world that expresses who we are. Art is sacred because it proves the existence of a God given soul. It signifies the dark roads or lost highways we’ve walked. Every voice behind a microphone and each time an artist picks up a brush , the silent hallways and empty canvases come alive with poetry that flows straight from the artist’s soul. It tells us how they feel and who they are. All that is needed is a starting point. With that, they leave their mark on this world forever. Without that starting point, the many songs of yesterday, the Mona Lisa would only exist within the souls of mortal men. Men with names easily forgotten by the hands of time. A man becomes an artist when his soul meets his canvass. Much like art, who we are to this world is a mixture of two components: what we have and what we do with it. 

Dear Jesus,
I ask that you shelter me from blindness
bless me with continual vision
let me know my own reflection
as a work of your art
please guide my actions in a way
that allows me to be your perpetual mark
In me, let the lost find proof of your work

upon this canvass of life
let my intentions paint your glory
guide my voice to a song of love
Lord, bless me with the courage
to be an exhibition of your mastery
for I care not if this world forgets my name
so long as I help them to remember yours.

                       Amen ©                                                

 

 

के म चाहन्छु (I want to)

 

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Wanna live asymmetrical lines
and have kind and beautiful eyes
feel the rain on my head
where my soul could be cleansed
of my sin by His son without dyin’

wanna be luminesce in the dark
purify within music and art  
 
painting pictures around me
of love that surrounds me
refracting my truth from the
heart

wanna be what a blind man can see
wanna cry from this life that I lead
wanna steal from the worth
of the rich as they work
every downtrodden hand till it bleeds

wanna stop living life like a race
where the win compromises my faith
and the love growing dim
from the hurt and the sin
has control alt delete and erase

wanna sleep in a bed not alone
wanna save all the good that I own
without folded up secrets
in pockets of friends 
wanna reach for the sky til I’m grown ©

Help me to wash my hands

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I could travel down
to that old piece of land
out where I find my own
and I can understand
sometimes this crazy world
gets under all I am
that’s when I pray dear Lord
help me to wash my hands

I’m gonna go my baby
before I change my mind
people I know won’t save me
from all the tears I’ve cried
but you should know my baby
I’m gonna find my plan
back where the Lord can save me
I’m gonna wash my hands

so many children cryin’
nobody cares no more
brothers are fussin’ fightin’
somebody else’s war
askin’ the Lord to save me
I know he understands
don’t let this old world change me
help me to wash my hands ©