I am the sweetest sin, you are the sweetest thing.
I'll turn your world upside down and round and round.
You'd fall in love with a stranger, till the end you'll notice the danger.
I'll break your spirits leave you saddened without self respect.
Drain your soul leave you out in the cold.
Call you for reasons you can't fathom.
But I'll tell you I love you when you ask what happened.
I'll love you right, and leave you forever in your sleep on a dark and lonely night.
I travel on this journey called life with a rhythm on my mind. One night life whispered a poetic song in my ear & like a thief at an alter call I was reborn!! Destined to paint the town poetically me.
New journey to live for...
Open, hoping, timing, grinding, tempted, segmented...
A poets course...
A poets thoughts...
All this may leave you breathless.
Being censored if I did you'll never get this...I write for me to set my mind free. I entertain those of your so you can get through what your going through. I am Po3try inside and out...Journey with me.
A poets course...
A poets thoughts...
All this may leave you breathless.
Being censored if I did you'll never get this...I write for me to set my mind free. I entertain those of your so you can get through what your going through. I am Po3try inside and out...Journey with me.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The Story (Under my spell)
I got a story to tell. I got him under a spell.
If he only knew the what I go through.
To get him to do the things that he do.
I got him under my spell can you tell?
He's at my door every night, doing things I find right.
I get him weak in his knees, he's alway's begging me please.
Together we paint the perfect picture just us laughing together.
I'm on his mind everytime.
For me he will commit a crime.
He's forever under my spell.
So this is the end of the story I tell.
If he only knew the what I go through.
To get him to do the things that he do.
I got him under my spell can you tell?
He's at my door every night, doing things I find right.
I get him weak in his knees, he's alway's begging me please.
Together we paint the perfect picture just us laughing together.
I'm on his mind everytime.
For me he will commit a crime.
He's forever under my spell.
So this is the end of the story I tell.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Black
Saturday, January 9, 2010
The Art of Reggae Music
Touch me like this.
Make my body move like that.
Love the way you make me groove.
Side to side with every tune.
Grew up on your love.
Young and old love you too.
If only you knew what you do.
Put a smile on a sad face, every riddim you leave your trace.
You are poetry, rhythmic art, you will forever play a part in my life.
Make my body move like that.
Love the way you make me groove.
Side to side with every tune.
Grew up on your love.
Young and old love you too.
If only you knew what you do.
Put a smile on a sad face, every riddim you leave your trace.
You are poetry, rhythmic art, you will forever play a part in my life.
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