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My ink line
My lifeline is expressed through ink lines
My heart speaks like drum beats on white sheets
My soul bleeds heat honestly melting ignorant snow plains
Held by passionate hands
Moved by zealous arms
Forming eternal words
Causing internal worlds to collide
Like atoms on the inside
Change cannot hide its blazed face
As evidence speaks through lyric man’s race
Scribbling Graffiti on smooth white lace.
Issues of my heart flow out in phrases, lines,
nouns, pronouns, verbs and rhymes telling the reasons
for stunted stages, tear stained faces, joy over aces, my words my reasons, my soul, it seasons
of who what and when, where I should have been, but missed, who I should have dissed but kissed all the explanations for unopened doors, poor to rich to poor, to rich again
making that cycle end
more careful how I choose my friends.
For they too write on my lifeline
They too flow through my pipeline
And affect what I reflect flowing out of me like gravy over hot white rice
You know I prefer to make it just right
So righteous living is what I seek
Love and strength is what I am giving to the week
So when my lifeline becomes a flat line
You can read between these lines and hear honest drumbeats.
