I am not the sham of slam I am not the crap of rap I am not art grant speakism And I'll never be any of that I am but a simple man With my blood and tears and sweat I don't compromise with seductive lies And I'm not too impressed with threats Give me truth and honesty Don't run it by slick and fast Face to face grace to grace Show me that love that'll last Neils 7:21 pm 10/26/2004
Let us gather our back packs and tools Let us hone our intelligence and skills Let us not be the useful idiot fools That as they lay in their beds are killed Let us rise up with the sun Let us stalk the night with the moon Let us our good works get done For soon we will be singing the Swords bloody tune Neils 4:53 am 06/15/2011
From you seed
New life has just begun
And with it that beauty
Residing in the
Ancient wise or blooming young
And although
Forgone
Is thy fate
To return to dust
Still
You hold not back
With appreciation
As a must
Neils
about 1972
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transcribed this time
9:53 am
01/06/2005
posted by neilsthepoet @ 7:49 AM
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