Everything happens for a reason, but who takes the Time to mine the reason that they happened, to mind, or not to mind: that is the question, like words that are used as a weapon, I’ll give you a quarter back for every instance that you can prove to me that it’s not about reception, yes: the act of percepting, those same words that you’re catching can be tooled for another purpose that they were fashioned, shhhh, turn down your volume and read the caption, hand full of information, nowadays my People parishes for lack of comprehension, you’re confusing ignorance for passion, the dull side of that double edged sword that you’re wielding, shielding from the light doesn’t eliminate its presence outside of your makeshift ceiling, destruction always yields new Creations, hateful killings and wars never ceased love making in its traction, while shots are firing, knots are tying, moaning and groaning leads to babies crying, just like that here comes a New Generation, reacting to their predecessors’ actions, reasoning with Time, about the same old question, to mind, or not to mind. Selah
A: Poetry By: Randy P.
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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, 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