- Mar 31, 2001
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Empress
Of the fire flies
See how they light up?
Drawn easily by the glare
Of your eyes
Inevitably
Correct
I see in the distant
Something MADD~ly~
Direct
So I'm waiting
To correct
Dilect
Paint a picture
From the distant
I see you coming
I see you yearing
But not yet ~BURNING~
Read ya
Everyday
Thuggish
Similiarities
Some may not be
Able to understand
It
But clarification
Makes it definate
Clearer
Not straying
Not a drifter
Like Joseph
And the coat
Of many colors
I wear it
Throught the night
Daydreams go by
I see visions
I am the moon
And the stars
Are all surrounding me
Bowing down to me
I told my older siblings
But they defied me
And try to rob me
Through this
I was sold into
Slavery
Yet bravery
And honesty
Became my destiny
Diamond haze
Became a name for me
Diamond haze
And MADD~ly~
Footprints
In the sand
From across the ocean
To the Carribean islands
Islanders
Become creative
And writers
Tend to behave
As little
Children
In their minds
They often seem to
Captivate
And imprison
The very souls
Of the readers
Who dare to listen
They pay attention
To the collective thought
That tends to wander
And you have made
Me dream
And Diamond haze
Is what I see.
Desert Storm
Of the fire flies
See how they light up?
Drawn easily by the glare
Of your eyes
Inevitably
Correct
I see in the distant
Something MADD~ly~
Direct
So I'm waiting
To correct
Dilect
Paint a picture
From the distant
I see you coming
I see you yearing
But not yet ~BURNING~
Read ya
Everyday
Thuggish
Similiarities
Some may not be
Able to understand
It
But clarification
Makes it definate
Clearer
Not straying
Not a drifter
Like Joseph
And the coat
Of many colors
I wear it
Throught the night
Daydreams go by
I see visions
I am the moon
And the stars
Are all surrounding me
Bowing down to me
I told my older siblings
But they defied me
And try to rob me
Through this
I was sold into
Slavery
Yet bravery
And honesty
Became my destiny
Diamond haze
Became a name for me
Diamond haze
And MADD~ly~
Footprints
In the sand
From across the ocean
To the Carribean islands
Islanders
Become creative
And writers
Tend to behave
As little
Children
In their minds
They often seem to
Captivate
And imprison
The very souls
Of the readers
Who dare to listen
They pay attention
To the collective thought
That tends to wander
And you have made
Me dream
And Diamond haze
Is what I see.
Desert Storm