Try Your Wings
By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
Listening to the silent pulse,
penning the joy of a flying blue bird.
Dreaming for the silent ones that are afraid,
to strip the flesh bare and let you see the face of pain.
Consumers rarely look into the wrack of themselves,
and buy their own untold story for half price.
As your ego is sentimentally hungry,
starving to see the silent fingerprints
from you staring out the window.
I saw my own tears pour,
washing along the shore then I
lost all toughness and hardcore.
I ran and I ran along the beach until I lost energy,
and I lowered my head and spoke with my father.
Not caring that you the pedestrian
find me bizarre and strange.
But the truth of my pain isn’t for your observation ,
and you don’t have the answers to free me,
are remove the cup of destruction
that has embryo inside of me.
Take my shoes off my feet and walk my years,
and take my experiences of tasting death
and then you will see your lucky not to be me,
but I am lucky not to be you.
Because your make up covers your truth,
and my bare skin displays my truth.
Try your wings,
and watch the release of you uplifting the burden
was better than wearing it in a stolen
copyright tale that you actually don’t own.
I released pain,
and I gained a joy that any sarcastic remark
can’t steal but enlighten my thrill.
I feed starvation and emptied constipation ,
Did you hear what I said?
Let me repeat that I feed starvation
and emptied constipation I repeat,
as I spread the word ,
leaving this thought stain.
I'am The Truth
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Trapped Rage
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are you fresh off the red carpet mr howard lmfao! 

thanks baby i shall be by later to catch up on ur reads my thoughts are like everywhere i want to be clear when i come read ok 
I love this hon another deep write from you that I enjoyed so much! You did a wonderful job on this 


This moved me, deeply.
thanks mushy glad you liked it i like this too 


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