Freestyle

Gone and witnessed, my thoughts prolong my visions...
I try to see clearly, yet i'm lost to distance...
My decisions never talk yet reveal mauled precision...
The woodgrain splintered, glass bursted, to incorporate you in my verses...
How much you drank still remains uncertain...
Yet assemblys are worthless?..
Actions of peers allows to make my nerves flip...
I lost a loved one, you aint never heard it...
Nervous? Nah i rather watch these clowns sounds like a circus...
Readily i chase him in eternity, spell it, R. I. C. H. I .E...
The good die young and one is no longer beside me...
Tears no longer drip, they steadily pour...
It hard when they ain't here no more and alcohol is the source...
Possibly a stud, when your dressed up...
But believe me, it wasn't easy seeing you in that tux...
Trees don't give and neither do poles...
You deceased to a hole how you living the role...
Twisted metal and a v6 engine attacked dude...
You were running from death but if finally grasped you...
You left when you didn't have to...
I wish that you would come back through, because of this I hate the sounds of dispatch crews...
If you drink and drive your sick so quick find a remedy...
Cuz I'm tired of seeing family reunion tables with empty seats...

Harmony's Scene

If laughter were a medicine she would never be sick. Her brown eyes tell stories better than books and her mouth never has to speak a word. Simply amazing describes her vaguely so you can say she is amazing more than once. She is independent and loyal to herself, when facing challenges and obstacles of everyday life. Not many people can still rely on themselves when they are hurting or puzzled and for this, I envy her. If she ever needs a solution for a problem like love she looks to her thoughts; and this we have in common. Her care is capable of mending a broken heart, and replenishing lost values like confidence. Everything about her flows easy and beautiful, similar to waterfalls. She has a smile that should be remembered every time. Her complexion shows her beauty at its peak at all times. Best of all, her touch is still remembered every night before I go to sleep.

His Mind, Her Push, One Melody

Music became my remedy when I was mentally sick
Forcing me to stand and never drag my soul
Grasp tight on the cold-
Metal and clear my throat.
Visualize this sequence in rhythm:
She knows talent sleeps dormant within him.
One scrap notebook, a pen, with some thoughts-
He was naturally born, meant to be taught.
Lyrics evolved
Soon became

"sick"

like in bed with a cough.
Faith-
Was lost
Realized, the beat had never died
Because above these beautiful eyes
She wears an angel-fitted halo.

By: Todd Taylor