for my bad days!

bad days!

peace is an afterthought.
in hindsight i'm a scourge.

the world is out to get me.
running away is not my style.

i've lost many a time before.
loosing hurts,it really does.

love,life,friends and yes death.
are nasty,brutish,cunnin n short!

i'll come when it's my turn.
out of turn could piss my angel off.

and when i come do not wait,run.
for the jesus is not my lord.

and i'll take your eye for my eye,
your heart for mine and i do what i say!

you are going far,but keep lookin.
the rear view mirror will show me soon.

your foot on the accelerator,
turn turn n turn,yet i'll catch you.

for what i'v to do i do,i ain't the;
Forgetting Kind.

peace is an afterthoght.
buy it from me not.

i'll come sooner or later,
to take what i'v to take.

watch your rear view mirror.
i'm coming soon.


for all my bad days.

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it's cold on top of me mountain,
they told me 'get on top' n see far,
well they had me goin far to be here,
n to think this is where Shangri La's to be.
on a plain i stood not many days ago,
built a home on a plateau for peace,
to be far a from human disease.

but walls around and maidens surrounded,
don't give the pleasures of heaven,whatever they maybe.
enchanted and entrapped by thoughts of generations past,
of a time of honour,valour,a time of excitement n undyin love,
when i could've died for a word or been killed by a gentler sword.
seekin heights n a fresher breeze,left me no choice but be infected,
first,of a disease they called curiosity n to find why mountains are a no no.


"Y are there no roses on top of this mountain?why is everythin so white n of hardened softness?"


in science and in peace,aren't them mountains our youngest sinners sir?
young and allurin forever to men is the deadliest of all sins i say,
to let no life n love grow and kill the sweetest of smiles.aye.
selfish and a cold stranger to visitors n to think,the lord,
built the heavens on top of the mountains of the east,
i'm gettin weary at last,the hunger has changed.
from that for heights n glory to that for sanity.

wells it too late for saner times now.
i'm on top n all alone,but this lonely tree gives,
a shade for two,n the only one friend i knew left me,
tryin to tie me to the ground and beggin for the rose in hand.
Tryin to b a man n brought up on lies on heights.
" look the flowers,oh look at 'em butterflies,
i see all,apples n peaches,the warm sun."


"al alone for me on my mountain top,
Damn the old folk who lied n died,
I ain't goin back home now"