Open Poetry #13 |
Life Is A Real Strugle |
juanrodriguez Member
since 2001-04-17
Posts 66ontario canada |
as all them trees grow in the city strugling to breed fresh and all they get is smoke I grew up in a world where the cash was low bitten to tha blow and the hustle was the only way to go petty crime was the flow all that mony made my eyes glow we'll this blunt burns slow as all them rivers flow in a cold winter I'm frozen in the ice iced chained as price with my soul in game wiced up my mind with no shame I go back in the picture but still in the picture's frame im seen as a lame by others thug once an angel this days and I've strugled back in my ways unfrozen off the ice to reality hapiness in life is a posibility but pice in my soul is eminent thugs wont cry caus it hurts their pride a tear can get u back in true life's ride LOVE IS HARD TO FIND ....BUT WHEN U DO ITS HARD TO DEFINE JUAN PABLO |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Juan..."as all them rivers flow in a cold winter.." I really like that. It has a solid sound to it. Bob |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
this is good. . . says a lot. . . there aren't too many people that know how it really is sometimes. . . great work. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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juanrodriguez Member
since 2001-04-17
Posts 66ontario canada |
thanks for ur replies ...it really mean a lot to me ..........thanx |
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