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
I never read the chapter
Where loves pages from the book are torn
But I have seen the wounded
Open to ridicule and scorn
Neils
9/18/1987
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transcribed this time
8:08 pm
01/02/2005
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From the manuscript
Street Animal
posted by neilsthepoet @ 6:06 PM
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