Give me some groceries!
I’ll put them on my shoulders…
Only….
If there’s to many for you to hold up…
Antifreeze…
Frozen or frostbitten…
I love being the solver…
Problems are a force that…
Never loosens its grip…
Tough….
Bricks don’t break…
They just get chipped away…
Mean to outsiders…
With a heart bigger then Fenway Park…
Mocha blend on a honey stick…
No concrete roses…
Just sky dwelling…
Picking the only rose…
Growing out of a black cloud…
Down…
I know…
Trying to look like your on uppers…
Deep within you…
You only…
Want a equal spirit to love you…
Trust is hard to gain these days…
I won’t go off topic…
In category five hurricanes…
I will still hold you down…
Just stay down…
With me…
Then watch as we…
Us…
Come up…
Like them two towers…
Producing mind food like a…
Feeeeeeed!!
Uppppp!!!
Chow lines…
No GMO’s…
No G.I. Joe’s…
Lines blessed like those old…
70s with no cut…
Defrosting……….
As usual your poetry is emotional, it emerges from very deep parts of you. I like that you hold nothing back. Do I need to dig at you on grammar and spelling? I just did. Great work, Christopher.
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I ain’t trippin because I know you truly see the potential in me man.
Thanks brutha Art!
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