Amends through my Child
When I am cleaning my room
The knowledge aqcuired
When I am talking to the Broom

Is priceless deep within my soul
And is the deepest truth
that takes me back to yesterday
the childhood of my youth.
I can remember
all those great memories
flash back into your mind
once they were but not once more
And you cannot rewind
As of lately my broom wont talk
Its too littered with the muck of life
While the vacuum of my present attitude
Plays with toys as cutting as knife
along with these feelings comes that of grattitude

I dream about money funny How I had
all the cash I needed at hand understand
I made some mistakes in my past once had
demons on my shoulders stirring up shit
them they laughed at my disgrace pace
myself for another day long and weary
dudes on the avenue contemplate too much
I think they fear me wish they could
continue to stear me the wrong way all day
Y'all play as I anticipate my long awaited
sudden death In everyone's mind taking pictures
of my last breathe taking a step back
reminiscing of ways back when I had all
my piercings the ladies never conplimented
me on my earrings seeing beyond the moment
which was stolen I hold a photo of my child
and consider it golden...
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//lysander aka lee
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I know there are a few mispellings. Blame my brain, not my heart.

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hey, that poems pretty cool . i mean i dont get parts of it but i like the last couple of lines. good job man.
~hailey