These are the words that just be true

I keep on scribbling

In the spare room I’m living in
Body’s here but I’m living in
Why do I keep wasting time

I keep on writing, writing
But them folk ain’t biting, biting
Maybe the bait ain’t juicy enough
So I’m switching, chucking spice in, add some flavor,
Up the heat, silly rhymes and three-time beats, yeah

But that ain’t me – nah, nah, nah
It just ain’t me
So like me or lie me
These are the words that just be true
Sending them out with love and faithfully,
Hopefully, they’ll mean something to me cause…

Life is too short to store our grudges
Life is too long to make no plans, plans
I’m counting up time that I ain’t using (1,2,3,4…)
I need a good use for all these lines, and lines, and lines, and lines
And lines, and lines, and lines, and lines…

ghostpoet

I can’t put into words how much I love creative people.

Who put in the hard work.

And create things.

And put them out into the world.

“Sending them out with love and faithfully.”

Because they just have to.

Who just can’t help pouring out these lines, and lines, and lines, and lines

And lines, and lines, and lines, and lines…

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Posted on 15 October 2011 in Creative life

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