Showing posts from April, 2008


Between the slave and the plains
Much deeper than his anguish and pains
Under the sun and rain he remains
Because he's fallen in love with his chains


no longer a saint

I no longer have to search your eyes
or have to pluck the moral chords -
I bear the smear of sinful living
And come with the winds is the
Guilt of filthy thinking...craving
I despise the one who stares back
In the mirror
The soul has gone twelve
And one a Judas
I am no loger a saint
What you did
what you knew
All i am

By: J.ifeme


Come...lets go all the way
It isn't enough to say we care
Not always about what we say
It is about what we fear

When we don't know what to do
We stop doing what is right
For those we can't undo
We fret, or put up a fight

Let me love you from now
Love hurts when we say forever
This may confuse you somehow
But you are my surrender

By: J.ifeme

without answers

Too many questions
Without answers
Too many suggestions
Leave me in tatters
Too many faces wear the frown
But I still wear the crown
Too many mountains
Leave me wondering
Too many fountains
In need of watering
Too many survivors in this town
But all they want is wear my crown


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