you are my inspiration
you are my desperation
you are my tormentor
you are my only mentor
you are the day
you are the night
you are the paradox
in my simple life
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
the vacum of life has left me drained. a dry leaf ...
the vacum of life
has left me drained.
a dry leaf i am
blown by the wind,
awaiting the day
when i can rest on the ground
and into earth decay...
has left me drained.
a dry leaf i am
blown by the wind,
awaiting the day
when i can rest on the ground
and into earth decay...
Like a hooded villain in black velvet stood night....
Like a hooded villain
in black velvet stood night.
The helpless moon hid her face in shame.
The stars felt no desire to shine.
Only a faint glimmer of light squeezed from a tall post
as she waited for her bread and butter to drive by.
in black velvet stood night.
The helpless moon hid her face in shame.
The stars felt no desire to shine.
Only a faint glimmer of light squeezed from a tall post
as she waited for her bread and butter to drive by.
If the world is black then i am white If the world...
If the world is black then i am white
If the world is white then i am black
If they're outside, i'm inside
If they're inside, i'm outside
If the world is white then i am black
If they're outside, i'm inside
If they're inside, i'm outside
if hell were a place on earth it is her bed. leach...
if hell were a place on earth
it is her bed.
leacherous old men, curious adolescents and belching drunks
become the animals they were born to be
on her bed.
the day breaks and the sunlight
reveals
what nights darkness hid -
a broken soul in a usurped body
with eyes that had lost every glimmer of hope.
it is her bed.
leacherous old men, curious adolescents and belching drunks
become the animals they were born to be
on her bed.
the day breaks and the sunlight
reveals
what nights darkness hid -
a broken soul in a usurped body
with eyes that had lost every glimmer of hope.
90 dead today they say. tomorrow maybe more. but w...
90 dead today
they say.
tomorrow maybe more.
but what for? who for?
for you and i
they say.
but why for you and i?
for our freedom and security
they say.
they say! they say!
who are 'they' to say?
i say.
they say.
tomorrow maybe more.
but what for? who for?
for you and i
they say.
but why for you and i?
for our freedom and security
they say.
they say! they say!
who are 'they' to say?
i say.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Poetry I write Poetry I see Poetry the world’s gif...
Poetry I write
Poetry I see
Poetry the world’s gift to me.
Poetry is a migrating bird
Poetry is an Egyptian cotton sheet
Poetry is what gives this bony life meat
Poetry to dream
Poetry to scream
Poetry is sanity
For humanity
Poetry needs no rhyme
Poetry needs no reason
From a swirl of emotion
Rises this sacred creation.
Poetry I see
Poetry the world’s gift to me.
Poetry is a migrating bird
Poetry is an Egyptian cotton sheet
Poetry is what gives this bony life meat
Poetry to dream
Poetry to scream
Poetry is sanity
For humanity
Poetry needs no rhyme
Poetry needs no reason
From a swirl of emotion
Rises this sacred creation.
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