Smoke's Heavy
As for me,
I am dominant…
I am not recessive to alcohol or smoking drugs
Since I do not have a lack of confidence in myself,
I choose words and hugs
The smoke that I accepted in me,
Rests in my soul;
And that's the acceptance of the Holy Ghost
Because I know,
Godly creation and man made excess
There is no likeness
I am not a fool
Through your words,
I notice that you try to be a dominant force of nature
However, you were created through the breath alone of the Creator
People love, trying to be the new inventor
Taking something that was already given to them
Never realizing who gave them their talents
Which are then revealed for them
Outspoken only for their cause
A probable act, which realized on admirable applause
Later on, a showing of fraud
No remorse, just a firm embarrass,
To which you are scarred
What is worse? Your mother is torn
She knew, and she hoped you knew
Back to your sin,
It was Satan's intention for you
True,
Discontent, which reaped your fiery smoke forever in truth
This poem was written by Jason Partington on Feb 21, 2007.
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