6/01/2006

A B C D… X Factor
Untraceable
Implacable
Nothing but something…
No bottom to this ocean
Tread lightly
Cold waters are a front till you dive in
To find
To discover
How cool these currents are

Chill. Chill Factor.
Cool not cold
Sharp not stinging intellectual
Sustenance or
Food for thought
Sit a while
Stay a while
Maybe she could
Transform
Transform
Nothing into something
Transform
Transform
Arbitrary into Amazing

Mythos
Word Spoken
Word heard?
Word understood?
She?
The frame that speaks, but do they listen?
How can they, locked in their own cents
Money is the root of their evil ways
Though spoken is the truth
But is it heard?
Is it understood?
Is she?

Drunken sense
Drunken vibes
Fill your cup but dip lightly
Go lightly
Speak softly
Truthfully
To the truth that knows your lies
She
The A, B, C, D… X Factor
The Chill Factor
The Mythos
Creative
The girl
The soul
The spirit
Reflectively reflecting what God gave her
Dra

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