puts in what he’s getting.
re-invests what he’s been given.
watches his relation to world…now that’s wisdom.
a passenger of listen with a passion for the driven.
attacking every mission like the last…now that’s living.
a lad who ain’t afraid to autograph his bad decisions
and re-create the good ones,
he’s a happy mathematician
Who’s math subtracts division
Who’s laugh just adds ignition
Who’s acts are acts of God, like a Godly intervention.
A martyr of existence
His love knows no conditions, floats above his own ambitions
but he’d hardly know the difference…
So If you’ve ever met him let him know that he’s the reason your persistant.
4 comments:
good shit. sun city keepin it gritty!!!
Dude! This is one of my favorites for sure! I'm not trying to be cheesy friend, but I think this poem is directly about you. Motivation! Can I get an amen!?
did you write this about Gary Busey? this is sickness... i quit!
Thanks Darlina. Your Gay. I was actually thinking of my Pops when I wrote this one...But thats the point. Everybody has somebody...
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