Open Poetry #24 |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
I hope I have a good mind not to find... Any more doors or wars To open and shut Unsheltered shores Where the beggar Doesn’t have his hand out But if he does Then that’s what it’s about I hope this song doesn’t Have any rhythm I hope this song doesn’t Have any rhythm Cuz I aint got it in me To shock the system I just want to piss them I just want to piss them Maybe its How I got Pushed up from the daises Pushed in from the daises Carried along with the crazies I hope I’ll make it with the daises Dancing with the crazies Somehow I hope it’s worth it Kissing the detergent It’s the only way to get clean man The only way to go unseen man Those poppies Popularized Growing through the pavement Somehow I hope I’ll save them But I can’t sleep anymore Without a daydream I sampled my sound From a sonic boom And I’ll never again leave my room Or travel further than the radius of my mind I shut all the doors and swallowed the key the radar is directed at me [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (02-01-2003 02:27 PM).] |
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Dr Pepper Freak Member
since 2003-01-30
Posts 72CA |
KABOOM! Direct hit with this one! Most gracious applause to you on this! It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it. ~ Lena Horne |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Well I heard this one, loud and clear. way out, walt |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
agree totally! great stuff though a definate thinker |
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