This is Lukes poetry page. He's a good guy, and gonna be a rapper some day. Here's some of his songs/poetry :)
Questions of Destin:
Hook: Can you see me for the man I think I am?/Or do you visualize another and this isn�t in God�s mapped out plans/Out of the blue I print out on a quest for the right questions to figure out with whom I spend the glass-shelled sand
Verse #1: Are we in love or lust?/Will you still love me when I'm dead ashes crushed to dust?/ If you could define love would it be that or is the bond something that can't be reasoned?/Do you have to every fight your nature to be with me changing mood every three months like the seasons?/Or do you feel me like a sauna on your skin?/It don't hurt, but it's as intense as death/Do you believe love is love if only one of the two in the others presence loves they breath?/ Does it make me unfaithful to even interrogate you so?/Shouldn't I just know/The answers that you'll give me before your vocals blow?/Love is something you give up and it comes back to you/Like a boomerang or for a corporation a corporate fraud suit/Should you be like God to me someone who has great power and will do anything, but should not be tested?/Are you a virgin? And are you saving your first for me unless you get molested?/Would you kill yourself if I died to be with myself?/Or would you keep living knowing that you're going to Heaven and I'ma be in Hell?
Hook x2: Can you see me for the man I think I am?/Or do you visualize another and this isn�t in God�s mapped out plans/Out of the blue I print out on a quest for the right questions to figure out with whom I spend the glass-shelled sand
Verse #2: Do you know that sex isn't love?/Love is something real, but sex involves plastic including silicone tits and rubber gloves/If we split apart would you still reminisce on our good times?/Or would you just say I fucking hate you and wish you were dying?/If someone hurt me would you be the one to cause me to hear sirens?/Or would you lick my wounds like mother mutt on her pup that's dying?/Would you still hold my hand if it wasn't that of a man?/If I castrated myself and being a woman was my plan?/Would you still care for my soul?/Or would my ass come in contacts with your soles out the door?/Is what we have thicker than both blood and water?/Could you live without giving birth if I wanted to just adopt a son or daughter?/Do you feel my pain and my joy?/I'ma try to treat you like my daughter if I'm cold and scared will you rock my like your baby boy?/ Do you need me like I need you?/Would you die for me like I'd die for you?/Or would you remember that I don't think life matters just what with it you do?/
Hook x2: Can you see me for the man I think I am?/Or do you visualize another and this isn�t in God�s mapped out plans/Out of the blue I print out on a quest for the right questions to figure out with whom I spend the glass-shelled sand
Verse #3: If I was sick would you be my affliction?/Or would you be the one ill will me still affectionate still passionate kissing?/ Do I bore you are you just pitying standing next to me?/Would you secretly like to be set free from the advances I make on thee?/Will every word you say to me be bond till you're mute?/Would you see me no matter what the commute?/Would our lovemaking be deeper than knocking them boots?/Will you still call me champion win or lose?/Will you be my voice of reason when I don't have one?/If I told you/to would you become a nun?/And not question me just do what I believed must be done?/If we became one/Would you let anyone divide the sum?/Or would we multiply together not like opposums/But in cognitive faculties expelled from the deepest cavern of our consciousness to the tip of our tongues
Hook x2: Can you see me for the man I think I am?/Or do you visualize another and this isn�t in God�s mapped out plans/Out of the blue I print out on a quest for the right questions to figure out with whom I spend the glass-shelled sand
Outro: The sand the sand the sand the sand/The sand the sand the sand the sand/The sand the sand the sand the sand/The sand the sand the sand the sand/May it overheat and become clear/The sand the sand the sand the sand/The sand�