![NAKED THOUGHTS: THIS CRAZY WORLD](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
i realise even as third world countries are being dominated, the western world also have there own troubles.(STRAIGHT WROTE IT, I HOPE TO REFINE IT)
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![i must overcome](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
unknown,
i can feel it creeping up on me,
from below craving to swallow me,
from the abyss of terror,
it moves forth with the horror,
but d..
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![HIT'EM WITH THE AFTER SHOCK](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
the 1st verse from a hiphop lyric i composed.
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![TRY TO TAKE MINE?](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
VERSE ONE-
I sit here with my thoughts cloudy,
getting rowdy,
like a no limit soldire 'bout to get bady 'bout it,
the game,
i try to keep it simp..
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![MISSING YOU](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
YOUR PRESENCE I ALWAYS FELT, SO CLOSE, SO NEAR, NO MATTER HOW FAR,
DAYS I COULD SPEND WITHOUT HAVING TO SEE YOU,
BUT TO BELIEVE YOU'RE AWAY IS UNBEA..
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![DECEPTION: FORMULA FOR SURVIVAL](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
At the edge of a hayfield i was observing a Lizard of the same color, when a Grasshopper hopped over, failing to see the lizard it ended up as lunch. ..
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![DEDICATION OF THE FACELESS POET](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The faceless poet sat out side by the varenda, with the scroll on his lap and a pen in his left hand.He has always wanted to write about that one girl..
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![fortune i seek](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
KURRUPTED-( SITTED UNDER THE APPLE TREE, PONDERING HE THOUGHT) "Nay blindly i am wandering through the woods of life searching for fortune, then ..
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![THAT LADY LIBERTY](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO ARE VICTIMS OR HAVE THERE LOVED ONES SUBJECTED TO THE AMERICAN POLICE BRUTALITY AND AMERICA'S SUBLIMINAL OPPRESSION.
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![THIS LIFE AND FAIR WEATHER FRIENDS](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I won’t lie,
Odds of life might make me cry,
Might suppress me hard, but still I’ll try,
So worse a times the soul it fry,
Life,
Oh!..
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