Saturday, 19 November 2016

creed

"... the dirt gonna make you dirty
sin'll turn you... flirty
life can be way productive,
if you give it a chance to be this perky.
you can be what you want;
can dream of what you need.
you can ev'n heal your heart...
once you understood the creed.
everything be in your hands'
then why you cravin' for more?
you can fix it later...
what you've just floored.
my rhythm got nothin' to do with life.
life's nothing to do with love.
love's what the comes, & goes
success... what we must prioritize.
put your faith in "you". don't let it be just "faint".
no sage can lead you right
only the "bad" envisages the saint."

ps.
no good person can understand how it feels being bad
but a bad one does very well familiar of... 
how it really feels being good even whilst being sad.
goodness brings you hurt. hurt may heal your heart.
too many times you got "breakdown". 
but still the life remains same till you're being "knocked-down". 
i ain't understand life... nor the life knows me well. 
my mind keeps playing games with my heart, &.. 
poor heart keeps dancing at its ringing bell. 
i don't understand what should i do now.
my life keeps slipping off my hands, & me off the ground. 
life can be way successive, but first... i gotta get myself crowned. 
i can't spend my whole life... doing this what i doin' now.
jealously's just a symptom of anxiety that gets you down, & bowed.
i unleashed my life to whom? this's a fuckin' question i fuckin' hume
who's my friend? my bloom? me doomed. 
sin wraps me whole in... in the BOP -- "Blanket Of Pleasure". in pleasure do i find something abloom. 
thrones're being hidden in some flowers.
those flowers ain't no flowers but cactus that us shower
everything & everyone comes in disguise...
but i do blame the "none" cos me know-ing being the reason of being "undisguised".
so be real. get real. taste real. & live real with your real life. 
fakeness gonna bring you nothing but double-trouble that we hardly survive. 
i know, hurt will heal the heart. but will it be takin' some time. 
life can be "whoooshed" in 'tween that all. so don't underestimate the existence of you-r "being", alive. 
either treat others right or wrong. there's nothing to do with your heart.
you do the best what you find the best doing being wrapped in any situation
so please for the sake of me devil, stop regretting what you done was "not" alright"
past's done with you. why you still ain't so done with its vibes?
present ain't gonna get your some SOS -- "Sorbet Of Success"
it's only future that brings you some cannabis wines' in the name of real things you do, incised.
do your fuckin' best. fuck the all who's stopping ya. don't regret!
pussy's better fucked up only by a dick not a dildo
get your shit up, & fuck the success like a lady's fucken pillow. 
fame's such a bra. tear it up & get what's hidden behind her awe
stop pretending being what you are not... cos success's not... blah blah blah.
be real. be original. get back to your originality.
it's never too late to get up if you've sat up your mentality
everything starts up with mind, but gets ended right at heart
quit playing the games around or else... the heart's nev'r gonna get healed up off this "hurt"
love's all you need. stop being what you ain't, you fucking shit!
you may shove her pussy or her clit, but first fuck you-r "success" cos... fame's what you first gotta get yourself bleed in. 
because... 

"... the dirt gonna make you dirty
sin'll turn you... flirty
life can be way productive,
if you give it a chance to be this perky.
you can be what you want;
can dream of what you need.
you can ev'n heal your heart...
once you understood the creed.
everything be in your hands'
then why you cravin' for more?
you can fix it later...
what you've just floored.
my rhythm got nothin' to do with life.
life's nothing to do with love.
love's what the comes, & goes
success... what we must prioritize.
put your faith in "you". don't let it be just "faint".
no sage can lead you right
only the "bad" envisages the saint."

"have some creed in you not in sin."

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