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Contributed by Genius on Saturday, 17th July 2004 @ 04:20:15 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

Now that I'm in my hundreth hour, So long been deprived of sleep
My intentions taken for granted. I comply with the meek. Illusions manifest Destruction before my eyes. My deepest thoughts couldn't compromise the behavioral difference between Hello how are you ; and ***** you. Excuse me for truely speeking my mind. It seems sometimes the words of truth are hardest to find. But those of us that supress are slowly lagging behind. Its time to step forth into the light of a leader. No longer thugs on corners uniformed in a wife beater. No more routine traffic stops by the cops, No more flooded wallstreets sin hiding in stocks. No more hopped up kids on meth that shoot up your spot. Theses places are made for learning but our children get shot. This time the gloves come off I'm gonna become a statistic. As soon as this ******* misfit cuts me off I'm balistic. You couldn't stop me if you were the head of logistics. I'm tired of this ***** But once again I'm unable to kill another man. Its the simpler side of me. That has so much love to give but despises society. And as soon as I finally emerge from this dream I'll be unable to determine reality from my dreams. For Christ's sake people are fake. More Pseudo than the word its self. Just another notch in the belt. But this is heart felt one acid tear from my eyes will make your heart melt. I don't care about forms and poems because I"m formless. You can't put barriers on ideas. Thats the idea. So stand clear. Everyone read my last poem and said stuff about line breaks. It ryhmes great. But not one single person could relate. But just think. One of these days you'll be better. I could write the greatest book in the world and only use one letter.

Copyright © Genius ... [ 2004-07-17 04:20:15]
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