paper and pen monolgue
Contributed by
BSteel
on
Saturday, 29th July 2006 @ 03:21:39 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Even when the most beatufiful face fades from memory,
only the hope of love lingers around like lost lovers in an open sea,
of what we see and what we hope to be,
is so far separated like my soul is cleaved, clean,
out your body and bittnerness stings meaN,
BUT YOU FIGHT BACK WITH PAPER AND PEN,
I pour my soul on the page,
my fire increases eachday,
latley we've been plagued with chumps and false displays, who front and cause melee,
I sit back and take the higher road,
warrior path by the mountainside, carry a heavy truckload,
and shout to the mountainside,
I've nothing to hide, yet I hide my pride my prize possession,
too often,
lost in translation,
my ryhmes are like Ted Williams,
for their slugging percentage,
hardened soul, coming of age,
in a jaded prison,
my verbs are my vice,
on your head tightening,
leaving you confused,
but the truth is between the lines,
I'm but a ligtheneing rod,
Rodeo ttime, watch how I shine,
in the game for keeps, i keep my piece, looking pieces, hidden clues,
left by the big mover, smooth roadrunner,
gunning under the radar,
I'm more than a stunner,
I'm down to do dirt,
my verbs explode, with perpetual force,
the waters are rough longwinded is the course,
the castle by the cliffs,
for that I'm ready to die for my word,
duel bone to bone chin to chin,
I'm a hardened joker,
my warrior spirit ooozes all over,
the page, ready to get my brians blasted,
if it comes to that option,
i'm tired of telling brothers,
I will walk through the water,
outwait the thunder,
like a true gangster,
peace I'm oout yo.
Copyright ©
BSteel
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2006-07-29 03:21:39]
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