Lemuel, 21 września 2017
You want me to hold my peace
But exactly what does that mean?
When you walk around like you a king, crushing someone else’s dreams
Do I look like a servant of yours or someone you can run over?
Think twice, when you partake with a rebel like me
I don’t take threats likely, so be careful when you address yours truly
I too have a personality and voice that cuts like a knife
But I choose my words wisely, before I plan any attack
My profession has lead me to many roads
Roads that function or some that was out of my control
I Bridge in the gaps with deceptive words meant to attack my soul
Criticize who I am and what makes me stand out above all who have tried to sabotage my goals
But, Ha Ha, you want me to hold my peace
I hold my peace for many things, but in the existence of adversity, never!
I consider myself to be clever and clairvoyant
I understand how the world works and my role in it
Holding my peace has never made me grow
Why shorten or dampen down my abilities
For the sake of prosperity??
Lemuel, 21 września 2017
Im tight, Im always right
I don’t care what you think
Did I stutter or Blink
I laugh at you wannabe’s
My style is un heard of, you can’t compete
Ask questions you get swept off to retreat
A wolf gonna howl, a wolf aint gonna forget
Unless you give in, to the fear
All my words come together invasive
The tongue is deadly with a hell of a speech
You aint grown yet, you kinda young
That won’t stop my Rapha
Watch your head, Im ready to hunt
The month is still early, you got time to run
I laugh at you, cause you a wannabe
Trying to imitate me
Lemuel, 21 września 2017
I relax my mind
I relax my mind in the visions of daylight
The Daylight can’t take away the magic of the night
The night is filled with horrors even I can’t explain
Trapped in the darkness of magic moonlight
Time will tell the story of a memory, the memory
Can be mine and yours
I relax my mind
Faces and smiles haven’t been here in a while
A while that pain entered my mind and heart
My heart is done, done with the love in a Fantasy
Stars are in my heart and adventures are there
There to take me to a better understanding what love is to be
Being relaxed in my mind is good, I guess
I know now that guessing is not the way to search the heart for love
Love is not a game it is generosity
I relax my mind, to see where that generosity leads
Lemuel, 21 września 2017
Its time to play
Its time to play
Play through the pit
The pit of the drum
Drum fire
Fire spit through
The flame
Terror from the eyes
All I can say is cope
Cope with a poke
Poked like Facebook in
A map, mapped out on destiny
Destiny Relive
Reilve from my child
Its time to play
Its time to play
Im stopping and starting
Trying to begin in this filed on men and mice
Who will stand up and who will fall?
The brave always struggle
Struggle but still rise
Im all about overcome
Overcoming jealousness
Its time to play……
Lemuel, 21 września 2017
My Inspiration has surfaced
My Creativity has risen
My Fear has decreased
There is room for tomorrow
Tomorrow is more than a look into destiny's "eye"
I use to drink away my thoughts
I use to party until it was nothing to celebrate
Today is my day, no more worrying about yesterday
My dreams are here, my vision is near
My purpose has began, it’s up to me to challenge life
Life is bigger than me; my creativity will put me where i need to be
There is room for tomorrow and tomorrow is here
Here, for me to take what I’ve learned to a new level
I won’t let it stay hidden no more
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