Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Why not try my hand at poetry. All the beret's are doing it.

Live not free *On the current of life
It pushes one *To not where you desire

To find introverted *Despair reveals true the heart
Limits will show *Seeds of desire left stagnant

Written on skin *Your soul for all revealed
Wish not against *Their soul equally for display

Through great words *Few such men are remembered
Through great actions *Such men will write history

___

Arguments
drop them in my mailbox
I won't be 
around to read into
what anger will
undoubtably be written
in our
actions

don't forget to
put a stamp on 
it.

___

Brown; shit.
Brown; coffee.
Brown; heroine.

___

God gave men,
testicles.

God gave men,
pain.

God is a man,
kick him the balls,
when you see him.

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