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 know they yell and cry
And sometimes don't clean up their room
But they do bring joy to this life
And chase away some of the doom and gloom
I loved the way they sword fight
I loved the runs in the yard
I loved the way they reveal and heal
And remind my heart
You can at times be noble
Without being definsive and hard
Neils
11:53 am
10/27/2010
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transcribed this time
1:00 am
10/30/2010
N...again
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