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Open Poetry #46

Kry

N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet
Member

since 2009-07-30

Posts 360
New Orleans

0 posted 2010-01-29 04:28 AM

I stood on the street
Called it a stage
Found me a box
Made me a haze

Closed my eyes and spoke to the skies
Wouldn't you know
It believed all my lies
I lost myself
Found a man
Who would have thought
He was more then I could stand

So I became an artist
Fed my memory
Love my family
Rejoice in tranquility

Painted a picture
Tears made the paint run
Wrote a lecture
Pen broke before I was done

All I am is a book with no meaning
You can find me
Against that wall I am leaning
I'm so unstable

I need some help
Need you to take my hand
Well okay, I don't
But I like how it felt.

"Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it."

"Hold faithfulness and sincerity as first principles."

-Confucius

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2010-01-29 01:06 PM

This poem was just a GREAT rap! Loved it!

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