Don’t you hear it? the silent foot steps of the Ghost King
Don’t you hear it? the mantra of the Dark Buddha
Don’t you hear it ?the laughter of the Insane Ancient Psychopath .
Don’t you hear it? the screams of the Suicide Boy.
Don’t you hear it? the poems of the sad Lover Boy .
Don’t you hear it? the decree of the Shadow Monarch.

Don’t you see it? the frail arms of the Ghost King
Don’t you see it ?the dark heart of the Dark Buddha
Don’t you see it? the insane hollow eyes of Insane Ancient Psychopath
Don’t you see it? the tears of the the Suicide Boy.
Don’t you see it? the pen of the sad Lover Boy.
Don’t you see it? the dark crown of the Shadow Monarch.

Don’t you feel it? the touch of the Ghost King.
Don’t you feel it? the dark aura of the Dark Buddha
Don’t you feel it? the insanity of the Insane Psychopath.
Don’t you feel it ? the mystery of death around the Suicide Boy.
Don’t you feel it? the loneliness of the sad Lover Boy
Don’t you feel it? the evil of the Shadow Monarch.

Because I do i hear them
I see them and I feel the because I am them .

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A brother
Who lays low on your vices
Protective to the core
Guardian the infamous integrity
That lives inside a sibling
Overly loving and charming
That’s the brother.

A son
Who’s quite submissive
Creating in ways of love
A sound piece of innovation
That excites a parents
An icon that blends well with norms
Making a parent proud.

A friend
Who’s quite a confidant
A soul that searches beauty
In the necessity of life
A build up creature
That consoles with insults
A wall to lean on.

A lover
Who’s a cream of charms
Availability is a virtue
That sound on their ears
A sole protector
That walks to save a partner
A mansion of love and support.

A husband
Who’s there with brains
An available position
That’s adjustable and flexible
A pillar that resounds well oh
A feature set to love out
An entertaining feat.

A father
Who loves beyond skin
Provider, walking day and night
With a heart made of gold
Creating cravings of love
And a superordinate care
Simple one of best humans.

Dre Poetry
Dredan Brian
Dre Arts

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A child is born,ba healthy child
He’s eyes are open, his star is lit
He is born to grow, to become a man
And so it was the lion roared.

He is now a youth, his part’s are set
He knows not which part to pick
For him to pick he must know himself
And so it was the lion roared.

To pick the right part is a difficult choice
And yet it remains the easiest choice
To reach his destiny he must pick rightly
And so it was the lion roared.

He once was told that he will be a ruler
A ruler that will dominate the land
But to dominate he must become a lion
And so it was a lion roared.

He searched for years for ways to become a lion
Until he was taught that the lion was in him
He later learned how and finally became the ruler
And so it was the lion roared.