Pushed To The Limits


I was pushed to the limits

my thoughts were disturbing

was i orchestrating a path

of distruction i had no mercy

for folks who crossed me were

folks so confused about me

had i been keeping a score

card all these years was i a

ticking time bomb was i

planning a suicide mission

or did i just want to out shine

them one more time was i

dead serious or just burned

out on life would this be a bad

scene or the worst scene you have

have ever scene was i indulging

my depraved mind or was it i am a

ticking time bomb ready to blow

would you ever think of me again

would i go to heaven or hell bang

it was over folks were crying and asking

why what went wrong with me

folks say i was a loner and an outcast

always keeping to myself i leave a

note that read no one going to push

me around no more.

 

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I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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