|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
envy
Contributed by
BSteel
on
Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 08:49:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Life
|
The first time I hit the stage,
My whole body shaked,
Listening to some lame laureate spin words off the page,
But for me I rhyme with a timeless touch of the pen, regardless I’m rushing in, gripping to every word like it’s my last breath on earth,
My raspy voice cackles and tries to die on me but knows what it’s destined for,
I’m like a Jedi master an entrepreneur,
And what’s for sale,
Is my spiritual force,
So while I try to listen I try to drift and ask God why do these people exist?
But I always listen, cause I feel in the back of my head, that If I were God,
I would make everyone an empty vessel like plants and photosynthesis,
A receptor a collector, an injector that is designed in everyone to decipher the process but I flow outside the boxes, so my fate is to capture the moment so here it is,
Oh wait I’m no different from that laureate.
Copyright ©
BSteel
... [
2006-02-26 20:49:00]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
|
 Poem Rating
|
Average Score: 0
Votes: 0
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Site Help
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
