Ian WhiteMorning Poetry: 6 Feet
December 28th 2010 10:36
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1: Pretentious poverty, ousted by monopoly, lottery- dreams, sovereignty-schemes
Fleeing fluorescent for solar it seems...far
2: Women are coarse, friendship is forced on your end cuz you're meant to upend every trend and befriend who pretend for their own...course...of actions.
3: Green in the eyes, downward you rise. You stride, with blindfold securely over the third eye as tides turn for the illusion of better
4: Continuous digging to enter a prison, of plateau with a breathtaking horizon, with demons following behind like Verizon, commonplace conniving,however still striving...for what you think is more
5: Lost it all, less you gain, the pleasure, the pain, lost in the game, none remain who don't change.
Golden rain, the edge of the sane, anonymous dames, values slain, esteem profane, now proclaim, your destination has been reached...
6: Hollow bliss, you've reach level 6; Fame
There are two curses in life: To live in an interesting time and to find what you're looking for
Fleeing fluorescent for solar it seems...far
2: Women are coarse, friendship is forced on your end cuz you're meant to upend every trend and befriend who pretend for their own...course...of actions.
3: Green in the eyes, downward you rise. You stride, with blindfold securely over the third eye as tides turn for the illusion of better
4: Continuous digging to enter a prison, of plateau with a breathtaking horizon, with demons following behind like Verizon, commonplace conniving,however still striving...for what you think is more
5: Lost it all, less you gain, the pleasure, the pain, lost in the game, none remain who don't change.
Golden rain, the edge of the sane, anonymous dames, values slain, esteem profane, now proclaim, your destination has been reached...
6: Hollow bliss, you've reach level 6; Fame
There are two curses in life: To live in an interesting time and to find what you're looking for
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