Get it How you Live
A little about. I tell everyone what to do but I know nothing;
Is it real protection or degradation made to look like protection;
Clean as bleached white clothes, unstained blessings are the seeds I sow;
Do I reap what I sow or have the robbers come to steal my crop?
Defenseless is my defense so when will i die; How long before my demise?
Finally dead, gone to join my constant companion: DEATH!
shakeme4life commented on Get it How you Live
09-22-2010
ladiciusangel commented on Get it How you Live
09-18-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| INDIGENT STATUS | 3 | 07/28/2009 |
| THE BIG LIE | 10 | 07/23/2009 |
| LOCKED-OUT | 4 | 07/23/2009 |
| OFF THE NAME | 1 | 07/23/2009 |
| RIVERDRAGON | 2 | 07/11/2009 |
| Get it How you Live | 2 | 07/07/2009 |
| I DON'T WANT THE FAME | 5 | 07/07/2009 |
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