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Love for the Rhythm.. Love for the Rhyme..

*listening to waiting in vain by bob marley*

as my weary soul waits patiently for you
i'm reminded of the waters i've tred
nostalgic of where my travels began
reminiscent of how my heart has bled

the serenity your presence promises
i'd sacrifice my very heart to pursue
absorbing your essence consciously
allowing it all to come down to you

string your instruments of harmony
and i'd sing praises to each melody
not a note in all the heavens compare
to how your love makes me sing humbly

*puts a COIN next to the jukebox waiting for the next Lyricist to wRyde on thru*

*no rules or regulations*

*just need a heartbeat for a rhythm & a reason for the rhyme*

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Permalink Reply by Toa Ukweli on Tuesday

Thiz set iz dope WRYDAH! Im in a semiconscious state...body exhausted, mind gone but a feeling of being on the verge of idk wut, just wont let me pass into a state of slumber. I know I desperately need to sleep doe....still so much undone. So ima leave the music on deck n juzt let the sounds of early mornin rush of commuters racin to cubicles n computers rock my cradle.

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Permalink Reply by कＮＡＵＴＩＣAक on Tuesday

Excellent WRYDAH. I love ya work,it is good to find another pilgrim on that journey. It seems not many seek that path. I love to read it for the rhythm and meter and power,and any other reason I can find. Splendid my dear

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Permalink Reply by Toa Ukweli on Tuesday

Having, 4 babies 2 adopted, hard to see my sons and daughter..
Seeing niggaz drop dead, far away I keep my "life" from the slaughter
My seeds I got to nourish and tender with hopes of a devoted planter
By deed not to flourish or render..Im tied by ropes of exploded banter
spewed out of mouths in globs of relentless spite
Soil that yielded...but impatient to harvest ripe
still day after day I till ensuring their wells all be filled
nite after nite I hurt, missing em..my destiny already willed
indulgences tends to spoil so carefully I toil
measuring each portion given.. to each of my stands against abortion (real talk!!)
praying they learn prudency making the most of their opportunity
instead of foolishly spending their trust
and grow to be fruitful, upright and just
To them, anything..of value I'm willing to give
My children are my heart, without their beat I cant live!!!

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Permalink Reply by WRYDAH on Wednesday

To them, anything..of value I'm willing to give
My children are my heart, without their beat I cant live!!!

~ JaHLiu

... you script like a "gud-fada" :) ... beautiful lace JaHLiu ... i LOVE it .... Thank You for lace'n verse Poet :thumbup:

... aaahhhhh this piece is .... *sighs* ... i feel as if we've travelled parallel paths separated justly so that we could meet NOW ... and be humbled that we've come this far ... righteously!

... you've MUCH to teach Scribe ... teach well :)