Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Art Of War "Street Canvas"

I'm Steady & Ready, I'm Suited & Booted, Got My Mind, Body & Spirit Loaded With Ammunition, I'm Ready For This War That's So Artistic & Vivid & Ruthless & Horrific, That You Can't Help But Be Interested, Amazed,Disappointed, Pissed Off & Worried Bout The Things That's Going On Around You.

You See These Streets Are My Canvas & I Am The Painter, But Lately The Boys In Blue Who Ride Around In Those White & Black Victoria's, Have Been Masquerading As Painters & There Gun Seems To Be There Paint Brush & Blood Seems To Be The Object Of Display, Left The Body Of "Mike Brown" Laying In The Street After You Stood Over Him & Shot Him Multiple Time, Now You Got A Mother Crying Her Heart Out Cause She No Longer Has Her Son To Hold.

So You Famous Now & I'm Sitting Here Saying "F!@$ Your 15 Minute's" Of Fame Cause Your Fame Has So Much Shame That It Over Shadows The Life Of My Skin Color, So Its True That "They Don't Really Give A F!@$ About Us" But I Promise That Black Lives  Matter. 

The Art Of War: A Black Man Woke In The Morning, Decided To Put On His Cameo Pants, Said I'm A One Man Army, Took A Picture & Posted It With The Caption That This May Be My Last Post, Said I'm a Kill Me A Cop Today, He Walks Out, Closed The Door Behind Him, Hatred On His Mind So Heavy, He Pulled His Gun Out, Let Off A Couple Shots Now Two Officers Are Dead & So Is He.

You See That, Karma Is A Bitch Rite? You See What Goes Around Comes Around, But Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right But It's Open Season For Retaliation I'm Screaming "Don't Shoot, I Can't Breath" But My Question Is Can You?

You See We Live By The Sword, But Die By The Gun, We Live By The Sword But Die By The Art That Were So Supposed To Let Art Imitate Us..

Yeah Our Imagination Is Something Else, But Reality is A B!@$%. #Spoken


~Brian Pritchett
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