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The Giver And The Giving Tree
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The Giver And The Giving Tree |
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Nikerlz Junior Member
since 2006-08-31
Posts 37California |
Stones of vision, stones of sleep Your stones show weary lines Slide like the sidewinder Slip like the snake Wait, little one wait Innocent eyes and an unbroken heart Transformation and loss havent even begun to start Taking place Replacing tastes Blood Loss of innocence Your caught red in the act And its too late Its always too late This just never lets go No more And as your soul floats upward it is caught by the wind A seed of hope A cycle of loss Deeply planted in that mind of yours Your secret stays safe with me child Youve been waiting for that slithering friend Hoping one day to be just like them The Wind The Wind Thank God for the Wind! Pick it up and pass it on Take a lesson from the wind True love never ends Ive been blessed with the gift to forget I grow like the giving tree Red apples for you to eat A tree for you to beat Green with envy Strong with pride Lustrous red Placid green Numerous rings This tree can give you everything I promised it would always last But how could I know that it had come to pass Its always on the tip of my tongue Were all misunderstood as one I never say what I really mean Words bring no meaning to this dream Were all misunderstood in little ways The reason weve dug so many graves The little things weve taken for granted Precious moments And a subtle whisper we dreamt enchanted In memories And stories kept for the soul to keep Waiting again to be played when we sleep our final sleep Waiting again to be played when we find our final peace You awake and realize boundaries are dissolving all around Alarming rate Alarming pace Boundaries bred into catalysts seeking new connections It will never ever be the same Only got your self to blame Born into abuse Born into misuse Were all misunderstood How it would help If I could actually say what I meant What I really meant And not one cent less So desperate to feel So desperate to be real Tired of age ignorance But this is what I am Irresponsible, repulsive, Emotional peaks Not talking for weeks So passionate and ignorant for dreams The American dream Success, pride, material Soft skin and young love Locks of long blonde hair and deep green eyes Still looking for everything Still looking for nothing at all In the end there has to be justice But young bliss takes over Hazy nights and wreck less sights Tears I think I feel True love I want it to be real But they say I am still too young Too young to be writing this Because I want it all Experience, perception, success and true peace A peaceful place for me to dower Grind the daily life in my creation of the hour Im ignorant enough to have dreams I am what Im taught Greed And after I obtain these dreams My tears will finally be real True love made of steel So much ahead and so far behind So desperate to feel So desperate to be real Im just your average kid So I sleep Little one Sleep [This message has been edited by Nikerlz (09-03-2006 09:58 PM).] |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
well done BK |
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