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“Who Are You?”
A storm brew, I was in the midst of going through, suddenly, Heaven opened up and down you flew to my rescue, you walked on broken glass barefoot just to let me walk in your shoes, you used to be the one that would unselfishly give me your cookies and made me eat it till I was full, you promised to me you’d always stay true, but lately every time I turn around I see you with the false, lies and excuses crew, you’re acting like a tool, I can’t believe you’re running with them fools, you make me feel grey even when the skies are bright and blue, you’re quick to blow me off, I can’t even have a minute of your time, I’m wishful thinking asking for two, Sade, is it a crime that I still want my boo, and that I want my boo to want me too, I miss you when I’m trying not to, even though now a days you’re full of poop in a pool full of piss, yet and still thoughts of you aren’t easily dismissed, I can close my eyes right now and feel the warmth of your hugs, the sweet taste of bliss in your kisses, I feel like a fish on your hook, you are just a common crook, stole my heart with the X’s and O’s in your playbook, blinded by love I missed all the clues now look, I’m just the gum under your shoe, you took my cookies then right in my face you’re selfishly eating theirs too, you’re breaking promises left and right you can’t seem to tell the truth, you’re a fallen angel cast out of heaven like a net from this view, sent down to persecute, have we even met, who are you? Selah.
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Who Are You?” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2014, All Rights Reserved
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I’m Pharaoh Pip, I'm a syndicated blogger for Witish. I’ve been writing pretty much all of my Life, everywhere that I've gone, all that I’ve seen, things that I’ve heard, things that I've experienced, felt and thought of--all goes in to my writing process. I’m constantly writing and jotting down ideas & concepts in my head, a lot of that data is stored for long periods of time before they ever turn into rhythmic words in a sentence. Therefore the process of writing is always therapeutic for me; to get those things off of my chest into existence is like sharing my WiFi connection with you, that’s why my writings are somewhat all over the place subject matter wise. I don’t consider myself the quote end quote this type of writer, that only writes this type of way, I just like to write from the heart. What ever God puts on my Spirit the heaviest, I write about. Selah