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Little Power |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
My mouth is silent It looks like ashes blow around me Swirling in the wind like leaves of autumn Its almost beautiful The very big details I profoundly missed Almost a glimpse now Why do we argue with our hearts, minds, and souls? They know the truth, past the evil Standing here knowing I write Collecting the debris only fools produce The mass carnage that segregates life from love Only follow Him because he knows My bloody rose stuck in my eye The stem pierces my soul and it rains Warm, calm, a murky red with yellow Angel, I'm not ashamed, I'm less and cold The attention, my father, and a chunk of hair misplaced Wild and crazy Writting into another world I'm real, this is me, in poetry Praise the eternal reign, the Father; Jesus Christ; and the Holy Spirit. |
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