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
What is it
That you search for
Amongst these
Scattered dust fragments
These rumpled sheets
Broken staircases
And
Unspoken vows
What bard of patience
In the graveyard grasses
Will you be
Calling on now
Neils
about 1992
posted by neilsthepoet @ 5:51 PM
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