Dark Poetry #4 |
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In life we fall |
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Xeonox![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA ![]() |
So much drama in this one life we got’s to live, That I fight with own kind, shedding tears, Wondering if there is more to life then heaven and hell, I pray, and then fall, only to wake up to temple bells, Kept my fear, next to dearest of dreams, Only to let them go, when society screamed, Many times the drama played out just like it seemed, But in the end, you depend on your homies, not the greens, Too much love misplaced, shifted by selfish wishes, Another sermon comes Sunday morning washing over me, Feeling like I been given a second chance, I stand up tall, Only to step out the door, and let loose all the lessons and fall. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Wow I like this one alot. -Juju -<>-~-<>-~-<>- |
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rockbabe Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 105 |
Very nice, I enjoyed the piece, true though. R |
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