Trouble is easy to get into but hard as hell to get out of. Which is why it's so easy to hate and so hard to love.
LEEPAUL
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Easy Does It
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ThePoetess says: *snaps* |
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Leepaul says: Thank you much for your comments The Poetess |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY LEEPAUL
What's wrong with itIt can be wrong just because it's right. It can be wrong to think that it's right. It can be wrong for so long that it comes to believe that it's right. It can be proven wrong and still be right. It can be wrong to expect it to be right. It can be wrong to assume that it's right. It can be wrong to fight it right back. It can be wrong until it's made right.  |
Life in the LightVisibly invisible, first day outside the womb. The everlasting light in the heart of gloom. Divine self-preservation is all that can be assumed. For the continuation of life in the aftermath of doom.
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The Strength In Playing FairJust because I don't, don’t mean I can't. Just because I can, don't mean I should. |
At PeaceLoving wealth and fearing death are impossible to shake, but “For Jesus’ sake.” |
Police/PimpHe needs no excuse to justify his abuse. Loopholes are inserted to keep justice perverted, while he turns out the truth. |
Look at usWhen I look in the mirror, who do I see? I see them; I see us, and I see me. If there was ever an image worthy of a good look-see, examine your reflection, it's our connection to each other and to our ancestry. |
Why is thatMy distorted sense of right and wrong does not belong, but still feels right at home in this civilized jungle. |
My MindsetWealth and longevity are built into our skin. We're valued more than most can comprehend. Going as far back with time as childhood friends. The secret of our existence stretches from beginning to end. |
Easy Does ItTrouble is easy to get into but hard as hell to get out of. Which is why it's so easy to hate and so hard to love. |
Cuz, you dead wrongHiding behind the memory of my uncle and auntie. The manipulation tactics formed as weapons against me. Death brings out the best and worst in people close to them. A truth that is so dismissed but yet so grim. |