Open Poetry #32 |
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Strong Willing fear |
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mrmojorisin5908 Member
since 2004-05-03
Posts 103Colorado |
Flies alive around the door I just want to come home We come along and drink But what do we truly think? Listen to the soft parade It'll take you far away Streets are never gray Fall away, become one above With the trip we all live in Long gone is the one mind Fight it, no let's take a ride Through the streets of LA Wow we can see the sounds Around the crown coming on down People are just us, all along A parade, a road of gold Come to me you slave! No, save lives, give your cries We always want something more but how do we attain? What we take is fake, could be real No let's awake pain From the streets of green Wow, conciousness is bliss from the continuing silent hiss We want what we have *&@*, fight it, and go You can start a battle That'll end in the night Fight for a fight Andrew A. |
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mrmojorisin5908 Member
since 2004-05-03
Posts 103Colorado |
Sorry guys, in the third to last line there is supposed to be a cuss word. However since I'm a new member I wasn't sure if that was allowed. Enjoy the poem! |
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