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Am I alone? Is a question a person finds themselves asking on this journey through life, brought on by moments where one feels overwhelmed by their duties, relationships and other commitments. A person may feel that their the only ones bearing the load, longing for aid, I had a moment such as this, so I wrote…

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Is Anybody Out there?
By LIMITLESS

Is somebody out there…?

Is somebody out there bruised and broken?

Is somebody out there closed eye’s hope’n

Is somebody out there willing to take that leap

is somebody out there playing dodge ball with the light that seek’s?

Is somebody out there cutting ties to bitter memories?

Is somebody out there wandering if they can make it to the end?

Is somebody out there?!

Somebody that cares;

Somebody who can cancel the poisonous effects of my fears,

Is somebody,

ANYBODY,

out here on a limb with me wanting to see if they can sore, waiting for the strength to fly once more?

Please!

I’m asking,

is anybody out there…?

This poem was inspired by a documentary on Hip-Hop directed by Hip-Hop artist Ice-T. This is…

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Behind Bars
by LIMITLESS

My life exists between measurements, between the tick-tock, tick-tock, tempo following a beat that never stops;

vocal portraits seen in every line written, but have you ever taken time out to find out what’s the meaning behind?

my life exists between measurements,
at the edge of a pen is where it begins
too take shape formed from thoughts dwelling on life experiences;

I am a window to the soul of man; from the heart I’m sent with a plan to convey a message purposed to keep hands raised, to evoke strength so one can stand through the craze of the day to day grind easing the may-day’s off the mind.

My life exists between measurements beginning in ancient days when Griot’s told tales and fables, I existed before time had tables, each line is mine;

I am more than a rhyme,

I am the story of a young son hustling on the corner,

I am the story of a young daughter left on her own to roam,

I am history written to melody,

I am the written word spoken giving those who hear a picture of one’s personal Heaven or Hell,

I AM the antidote when all prescriptions fail!

My life exists between measurements, between the tick and the tock; I am woven in to the soul of Hip-Hop, Country, Rock, Rhythm and Blues long before I was sold slave to the “Pop-charts,”

My life existed…!

between measurements, between the tick- tock, so why is the light darkening?

Why has the beat stopped…?!

What happened to the tick-tock,

MY! tick-tock….