Storyteller

[Spoken]

WRITE NIGHT I

Vs. Pohfig aka Pent uP

Sterling Silver

Patience aroused- waiting for a purpose in life,
Symbolic clouds shroud every emotion of right.
Tears fade over hills to fill overs that talk,
Masking the way I feel about being who I am not.
Worried for death, awaits my glory to fail,
Losing sight at best as I feel I'm writing my story thru braille.
Contingent alignments driving my mind off a cliff,
Galactic surprises with every thought solar eclipsed.
Made it to the sun rise for the moment of life,
Everyone in sight- on one knee "would u do me the honor of being my wife"
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[Spoken]

Storyteller Ft. Just Write


Through weaves of infrastructure, I've built a repertoire ,
So rest a sure to rep the core of dispositions at our nations door.
Hold the chord- strumming death is just an open chore,
Laid in depth, I paid respect with wounds of an open sore.
Living legend where bibles recite for pensions,
Heaven with hecklers, clanking through various dimensions.
A breathing section where the smoke seems to clear intentions,
Leaving mentions for acceptance a denied state of presence.
A lonely peasant tho the path I shadow S'mine to bear,
I mind to share so my past is vague to those who strive to care.
Minus pairs - which leaves us as single delegates
We can all thrive but feeding lies leaves u desperate.
Like taro myths, my palm will give you death as a settlement,
the future That i bring and hold- i keep completely separate.

"As followers of the book,
He who spoke with gods tongue- befriend the acts of lucifer.
Bleeding the ounce of memories,
Treading deaths company,
Bitter lonely and cold"

@Just Write
the states relenquish their load on the meek n' the desperate
leeching off innocence till they bleed their possesions,
the screaming, the heckling, it wont lead to repentance.
you need to seek new dimensions to percieve my perspective.
break free from opression by any means neccesary,
because it's we who decides whats needed or temporary.
i'm leading the blind till this smokescreen tarries
so I don't fall prey to deciet and proceed to perish.
and if you cherish your freedom, kids study your rights,
cuz when the day arrives you'll all have to get up & fight.
see, we're the calmest at night but it's not cuz we're sleeping
we're just channeling thoughts past our process of thinking,
i hope when the sun arises, we no longer see out the eyes of heathens
but that a fire ignites inside us and give our lives new meaning.

He knew the only way of acknowledgement...

Was to pass foes of the darkest of souls,
Remissible prose that bowed an arrow thru foes.
Timeless- capsule closed reaching for a purpose is deemed,
A self act in between Hell's Kitchen where it's never said of what's seen.
A settling scheme that cleans the minds of the free,
Tending to bent iron that speaks a language death silently treats.
He knew not to weep for weakness held an abominable weight,
Classical traits that prey'd into the shadowing wait.
Practical phase that lent hands to peel the nails shallowly straight,
Unraveling displayed that bellowed a soul 6 ft. To it's fate.
Pardon the wake but this dream is spiraling to a mess,
Somebody find the hex to take without taking a breath.
Scoundrel of death, I await for my binge of acceptance,
Wrap time with a vengeance and spear god for some leverage.
A shadow that's headless no one shakes me to be separate,
So I lay uncontested no strings to model- I'm helpless.
That's the feeling I'm left with cause judgement is played,
We have the right to bare arms but with the same sex it's reckless.
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My brother knew whats right and was raised to stand firm,
So being gay led him to see my father sooner I've learned.
So today I churn and let the smoke cry wolf in his urn,
And follow suite for true love- sometimes you gotta let it burn.

R.I.P Michael Swanson
The gayest man I knew but the proudest father of 3 adopted girls and loving partner since gay rights came a thing of blessing!

Miss ya Bro!

[Spoken]

Temple of doom my mind only resumes to be coherent,
Half the world cares for merits that dresses their own appearance.

See-
We were told as the youngest of sons to carry the torch,
But more than a plus percentage has only carried remorse.
How is one better for courage when the past is forced,
Then life hits and your at the bottom- taking the crash course.
Folding the pressure- no seat open to stay for the lecture,
Time is the sand the lessens each grasp flexed as a gesture.
Passive aggression which seems to only pass the aggressor,
Taking action is questioned when clawing to the top is measured.

"The hardest part is not letting go
It's what your leaving behind"

Now frank only knew how to fend thru the trenches,
Leaving fences half bent cause he'd shoulder down the defenses.
Minus the classic pretenses- he felt pushed to acceptance,
From being one with neglect.. now giving up knowing none who he was friends with...
Simply selling the essence to gain claps and unknown satchels,
Kept his chin tucked in the gallows of a discreet betrayal pattern.
Rode along with the masses and circled the globe like Saturn,
But just like the planet he stays at a distance from -warmth in the shadows.
Never tending to who truly cared only witnessed life being robbed,
So he followed like chalk, outlining every chance that he got.
Noticed the scrutiny that battled for him being amended w/ props,
The act was over, CUT and take two... Now the actor was shot.
Killed the buzz over night and left the relief pill on the desk,
He said it'd be hard to swallow but his life was already a mess.
No one cared to see that note so how's one to confess,
When his life was like that paper- written then crumpled and never addressed.

Frank lived for the fame but never for the attention he asked,
So his life was crystal clear till someone took a swing and shattered that glass.