missing you is the hardest, now, that i know it`s true

i wish to see you, hold you in my arms, never to let go

we are miles apart but still i feel, closer to you, then anyone here

you are deep in my hart, a part of my soul

I dont know why my heart still beats, when i feel losing her was my biggest defeat

but maybe that was just a battle, in a place where i was rattled

maybe im yet to be her shining knight, and kiss her in the moonlight

maybe across the land she stays, but my will says there is a way

a God given prize, nothing beats looking in her eyes

but my heart fills up with all these lies, it makes me want to die

if i never get to see her, in her memory will i occur

a love that surpasses all i ever had, and not having it is sadder than sad

im not a poet or a writer thats tried, im in love with Gods beautiful bride

so today it comes out, from the doorway i shout

Im in love with the girl with beautiful eyes, but to tell her im to shy

such an interesting collection

Travel
Do not hesitate
As hesitation is leading to the defeat

Travel
And enjoy it.
Travel trough the time.

Travel
Until you find the truth
No matter where it is hidden

Travel
And search for it
Even if it was
In the unknown

On the road
Leading from the east to the west
So, we may meet there
for the best

Bigman-V clears his throat

My rhymes are like shot clocks,
interstate cops
and blood clots,
my point is your flow gets stopped

BigMan-V your busting the rhymes, but you ant busting the crimes,

come on down to the city lines, an will show you how to ride evening nine,

You spit game, like i spit gum, you shine my shoes like you shine your clocks,

BigMan-V your busting the rhymes, but you ant busting the cops, you still ride on the night dock.

(Zodiac)

lol jk buddy but nice beat.

I had no idea we had so many talented mafiosos walking our streets.  I have to say, I'm surprised by many of you.

That was hot zodiac but im have you living on cardiac arrest you can't contest,

My rymes are something like the best, i spit game you spit gum but i'll still give you the runs.

lol jk you were fire

I need someone else to battle lol

Vegas sees a bunch of nonsense so he enters

no offense to this man name zodiac but hes the dude that im bout to lyrically wack

This was a thread of poetry now yall turned it into speaking your words free

understand im not a dude who can flow but truth be told ima let you know

im turning this back to poetry what it was intended to be

but if you want to keep flowing with me then like a river will take it to the sea

create a new thread and and make that bed cause ill make you lyrically dead.

Vegas stops and begins to make a poem

IF THE STARS WOULD STOP SHINING AND THE RAIN CLOUDS HAD NO MORE SILVER LININGS, IT WOULD STILL BE YOU WHO BRINGS OUT THE BEST OF ME, INTO HER EYES I FALL AND INTO HER FUTURE I CRAWL.

No disrespect to Vegas_Gionni, but ive gota show my spine

Vegas_Gionni you ryme like poo, your lyrics are lame, and my baby girl, spits game,

You come in the place, like you own the place, but your a rat, in tha face,

I come to shine, not to play, all you can do, is sit there an fade, if you wanna play, thats ok, ive got time, thats fine,

when you see my name, you know whats up, I came with a nine, thats all whats up

(Zodiac) NY baby lol

The streets are dim, much like the innards of this place.

I find solice where I seek his face.

His neverending confidence had become his end,

I fair thee well, my passed friend...

Casper bows her head kissing the forehead of the still figure within the coffin "Goodbye, brother."

ima speak of someone who means a lot to me

someone who made me feel like my heart was set free

a girl i know who made me blush about three

different times of the day i pray i could be

with a girl like her a girl like her i cant see

shes a juliet and im a romeo in this pot of tea

my dear you know who you are

my dear my heart is not far

I hear a shot
in the dead of night,
the running away
with plenty of fright,

sirens out-loud
of cops and meds,
another young boy
with a bullet in his head,

day in and day out
it's the same ole' thing,
young men in the life
of gangbanging,

for colors or turf
or drug deals gone bad,
it doesn't matter
it's all still sad,

our weeping mother's
in the funeral halls,
the pain of brother's
as another one falls,

One day they're in
their chosen gang,
then in the next
they're gone with a bang,

then there are those
who want to belong,
their existance in life
will not be long,

if not with a bullet
in their heart or head,
then soon they'll be living
in the nearest state pen......

Not mine, but fits here with us.

that is a nice one Harvey thanks for searing this whit us