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2 Part Poem

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posted on Mar, 4 2009 @ 03:15 PM

It's been two weeks, since the old man meet
With his faded black hat, and a stench that sticks for weeks
You see he stumbled with his feet, as he stuttered with his speech
While he whispered in my ear, son you better listen clear

It doesnt matter what you've done
Or the # up you've become
When you'r racing with the time
Son you'r gonna fall behind
So just grab what you know
Maybe smoke a couple bowl's
But befor you let it go
remember what it's for
So it's been five weeks, with the stench that sticks to me
I've smoked a couple bowl's, but im yearning for some more
and this guitar that im playing, with this faded hat im wearing
That just pushes me away, like im straying from my heaven
Now im reaching out, with this hunger hand
Thinking to myself, wish it didn't have to end
Wish I had another dime, maybe snort another line
Just to keep away from time, maybe write another rhyme
So i continued humming
And i just kept on strummin
Took my last breath
And put it to my head

[edit on 4-3-2009 by Armour For Victor]

posted on Mar, 4 2009 @ 03:16 PM

I hold my breath and think of you
One image in blue
And befor i fill the room in red
I think to myself instead

I've been waiting for years
Tempted to release riots of tears
Convinced the tree needs the soil
And the fish need the water
Like a brick Im sinking further

Yet twisted in these chains I wait
Wraped around ideas of hate
Mind closed to repair the rape
And please don't rewind the tape

And with no room to swim
And no next of kin
Im left with no sence to live
Though ideas get created
And words get unstated
Your mind stays unrated

Convinced a rose needs her thorns
Like a bull needs his horns
You show a stronger form
Yet conceal you'r room to grow
And play a different kind of show

So with this in mind i hit rewind
The old man meet retracks my time
I sing the same old song
Get the same words wrong
Maybe ill just hum along

Created without a place
Coffe that has no taste
Lost without a trace
Bullets that have no case
You'r beauty without a face
World without a race
Tag without a base
It all ends in heavy waste

I put the gun down
Walk along the hidden lines
Like when the ocean meets the sand
We'll meet again through hidden signs
Guess ill wait again with time

[edit on 4-3-2009 by Armour For Victor]

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