Monday, December 8, 2014

Voiceless one

Listen to the words that come out without a sound; head nods vibration resounds; Bark Bark!! Hell hounds and they getting down; Shh silence, remember words no sounds.
Getting loud; Humility, humble Arm leg leg arm head: bow.
Stop think figure it out.
Written in the underground; sounds.
Clouds; Wow, Clouds that seem so profound.
I go hard like Bulldog mixed with Afghan hound.
This is coming from the voice that has no sound.
Put that in your mental and kick that around.
Like sitting in the regale passing a blunt around.
Yea I got you Missy; I’m gonna keep you safe and sound.
Something to say; burial ground.
The voices are getting louder now; they telling me I’m getting paid to spit; shit, why not you hot.
I will spit like it or not; like fire hot. Snow flow cold.
Voice: no.
BlackhemmingwayÏ€©
2014

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