flashy.words.by.SHIHAN.the.best.poet.EVER

flashy words make the world turn but it don’t turn right..
say what?
flashy words make the world turn but it don’t turn right..
say what?!
so i use these real eyes to realize the real lies being spoken but not heard
'cause we are more fascinated by that which are fabricated..
say what?!
the iconoclastic tactless tactician aims tongues spits truth words like
wrecking balls bounce off brains 'cause nobody likes to hear what's going on these days,
its like, the truth hurts, and we've been lied to;
a bunch of hollowed minds living on borrowed times,
and nobody likes to hear that and nobody likes to say it either 'cause
lazy angels never carry their wings,
and wingless words do nothing but keep us down,
so this New York poet yells
there is no satisfaction in knowing that your life is one of the saddest fictions ever written.
so take your not so satisfactory life
back to the sadness factory to
be reworked in to, be re written in to, be reconfigured to live right.
open your brain, let your heart go;
the real you's been locked within your rib cage for too long,
and stop trying to hold on to then 'cause that's why it all started.
and at about that same time
he forgot fun, she lost hope, and now we can't find anything.
and i swear to god if i could swear to god,
i’d ask her what the fuck was she thinking when she gave us free will
'cause we done fucked things up
'cause kids don’t play and god don’t pray
'cause its out of her hands now.
see, i've re written the bible after getting over the primal rage
of finding my name disguised within the bible's page,
and people trying to dissect my destiny will find that
words somehow make the world turn but it really doesn’t turn right.
and suddenly the world stops spinning 'cause words weren’t good enough.
so i'll tell you, a blind man once told me the true meaning
of love at 1st sight,
so i closed my eyes and recited this poem
to an audience of 1 and found total gratification and my undivided attention
and when i opened my eyes, i found myself standing before a mirror,
staring into the eyes of an invisible man until my pupils,
became pupils and i can teach myself to live a better life.
words...words.
from a piece of mind, brings peace of mind, all i gotta do is give a piece of mind?
only the words piece together the pieces in me
to create a peace within me.
but shit, they are all pieces.
pieces to a puzzle when which put together is me.
so let me tell you something:
don’t ever do anything you’re not supposed to
and only speak when spoken to
and don’t speak unless you mean.
'cause a good man is hard to find
and a hard man is good to find
and i’m half the man i used to be
and 1/4 the person i should be or could be 'cause
i sacrificed freedom for stardom
after being fucked out of my freedom without a condom
now how dumb was i?
words.
break these words down to the syllables they are
or the silly bulls they represent
and what do i represent?
well its hard to say when my rep resents the fact
that i have to question myself
or each time that question re-presents itself
i can, therefore i am.
and sticks and stone may break your bones
but words will always teach you.