We no longer have emotions Just emoji And anagrams Not saying my English is perfext But the language is flawed It’s sad when 140 characters is a complete thought And when memes are what’s hot Why hasn’t a history book been trending We still don’t Lear from past mistakes Passing them like stakes To secure jesus to the cross Our ignorance Is our sin against us Jesus didn’t die for my tuition But my intuition Is a gut feeling that I believe somethin will become Of someone When they stop Spitting nonsense And start reading on progress I wish upon you the privilege of existence And knowledge And knowing the difference From wisidom and intellect Never forget That compassion can’t exist without hate How else do we counter the dooms day counter And don’t let the end Be the end of ur glory days It has yet to come And while I still have lungs I will stand on roof tops and scream wildly Or maybe Just maybe Somebody will just like this poem

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I can't write Haven't done it in awhile Don't remember my structure Or why it made me smile Just wanna get back To that Those words etched on old exits on a million mile journey Sitting on a highway to hell Hell if could I would do em all again Still can't get that muscle to flex Holding my tongue Trying to spit it out Still seems like Something missing out These vows and vowels Have become foreign And faded Like an old language As if slam was just an age With Latin roots And no quest love Or fallon goofs Trying remember these jokes But it all feels like spoofs Like all good I was Is gone Never gonna be that me again Gotta be something that can Bring him back He was my brother He was my other My skilled poet A muse Musing over who I've become Wishing I could tell him Steer him back to what is a start I would teach him to put more into his art Not fear others Care for himself Forget anybody else We should had a better dad But he wasn't on our path Here I am on stages In front of thousands With a mic and tongue Tell him now That we are not done We will meet And it'll be great

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