Fm110comphodent
 11900
|
|||||||||||||||||||||
CATEGORY
life
The Ocean has shallow feet of blungent reef
Connected by the guard Im down for,
Saints go on stomping,
Awaiting judgment to open the door,
Lust cracks the floor to demise,
Contemplating the life of surprise,
A little sane in the sin to weather,
Asking for more than u got together,
The Lord know the prison in and out,
He’ll save u for the final call,
Ocean that brings Favor by the tide,
Celibacy that racks them all
I Corinthians 7:8-9
You must be registered to leave a comment. Registration is FREE.
COMMENTS
No comments. Be the first to enter a comment.
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Fm110comphodent
|
Pro-Abolitionist Beg me out of my pockets the change that resides in poor trousers, Would that be a k...  |
|
! Benz or a Beamer? Must I caution these steps of irrational approach, How the curve lines master the cl... |
|
Camelot I joust the land in this muddled boiler, She keep trace each time its gone to call h... |
|
Conscience Jungle II Choreograph the concrete steps of the spring, No smoking, No drinking, No Leans, ... |
|
Sage II By the sweat of my brow, Champions are conflicted, Soft spoken words are h... |
|
Yard Sale on 42nd and Lewis Beyond the dream of the upper deck, I stole a pack of amulets, Cant wait t... |
|
Yard Sale on 42nd/ Lewis Ave. Beyond the dream of the upper deck, I stole a pack of amulets, Cant wait t... |
|
Strictly Hip Hop Before the sun sets I raise under the covers, Hip Hop as usual the sound I flutter,<... |
|
SAGE By the sweat of my brow, Less opinionated but more brief, Don’t forg... |
|
Conscience Jungle Choreograph the concrete steps of the spring, No smoking, No drinking, No Leans, ... |
