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Nikerlz
Junior Member
since 2006-08-31
Posts 37
California

0 posted 2006-09-03 08:03 PM


Stones of vision, stones of sleep

Your stones show weary lines

Slide like the sidewinder

Slip like the snake

Wait, little one wait

Innocent eyes and an unbroken heart

Transformation and loss havent even begun to start

Taking place

Replacing tastes

Blood

Loss of innocence

Your caught red in the act

And its too late

Its always too late

This just never lets go



No more

And as your soul floats upward it is caught by the wind

A seed of hope

A cycle of loss

Deeply planted in that mind of yours

Your secret stays safe with me child

Youve been waiting for that slithering friend

Hoping one day to be just like them

The Wind

The Wind

Thank God for the Wind!





Pick it up and pass it on

Take a lesson from the wind

True love never ends

Ive been blessed with the gift to forget

I grow like the giving tree

Red apples for you to eat

A tree for you to beat

Green with envy

Strong with pride

Lustrous red

Placid green

Numerous rings

This tree can give you everything





I promised it would always last

But how could I know that it had come to pass

Its always on the tip of my tongue

Were all misunderstood as one

I never say what I really mean

Words bring no meaning to this dream

Were all misunderstood in little ways

The reason weve dug so many graves

The little things weve taken for granted

Precious moments

And a subtle whisper we dreamt enchanted

In memories

And stories kept for the soul to keep

Waiting again to be played when we sleep our final sleep

Waiting again to be played when we find our final peace



You awake and realize boundaries are dissolving all around

Alarming rate

Alarming pace

Boundaries bred into catalysts seeking new connections

It will never ever be the same

Only got your self to blame

Born into abuse

Born into misuse

Were all misunderstood

How it would help

If I could actually say what I meant

What I really meant

And not one cent less





So desperate to feel

So desperate to be real

Tired of  age ignorance

But this is what I am

Irresponsible, repulsive,

Emotional peaks

Not talking for weeks

So passionate and ignorant for dreams

The American dream

Success, pride, material

Soft skin and young love

Locks of long blonde hair and deep green eyes

Still looking for everything

Still looking for nothing at all

In the end there has to be justice

But young bliss takes over

Hazy nights and wreck less sights

Tears I think I feel

True love I want it to be real

But they say I am still too young

Too young to be writing this

Because I want it all

Experience, perception, success and true peace

A peaceful place for me to dower

Grind the daily life in my creation of the hour

Im ignorant enough to have dreams

I am what Im taught

Greed

And after I obtain these dreams

My tears will finally be real

True love made of steel

So much ahead and so far behind

So desperate to feel

So desperate to be real

Im just your average kid

So I sleep

Little one

Sleep


[This message has been edited by Nikerlz (09-03-2006 09:58 PM).]

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The Lady
Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634
The Southwest
1 posted 2006-09-04 02:06 AM




well done
BK

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