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dreams
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Thursday, 9th June 2011 @ 02:28:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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To be remembered by my words
words used to describe something else
with a rhyme, oh how absurd
no balance, like a broken shelf
Deniro, what's my motivation?
Direction, what's my place or station?
A permanence required
as my body grows tired
followed by the mind.
Oh, how they are combined!
will I know I'm stale
when my body fails?
Or, will it really matter
confused and growing fatter
seeds and so are sown
one day all will be known
but during my one day
for you will be okay
unless the bibles right
if so, I wish good night.
will it be heaven, or Armageddon?
Do you really care?
Is this what you want?
To remain there
as you are, or ever have been
for me, that's obscene
my life is good
but secretly
I enjoy my dreams,
Copyright ©
poeticjestix
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2011-06-09 14:28:36] (Date/Time posted on
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