MY STYLE IS MORE LIKE FREE STYLE WITH A SENSE OF SOMETHING THAT I CAN NEVER PUT MY HANDS ON i CAN WAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND WRITE AND YET NEVER SEE WHAT IT HAS TO DO WITH ME SO LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT OR FIND IT VERY DESTURBING.
HARD TIMES
ITS HARD TO LIVE WHEN THE WORLD FEELS DEAD
TO WALK AROUND FROM DAWN TO DUST AND FEEL EMPTY EVERYDAY
TO THANK THE LORD AS YOU PRAY
ITS SAD TO SEE INNOCENT PEOPLE STRUGGLE
BECAUSE THEY CHOSE THE WRONG LIFE
MAYBE THATS WHAT BRINGS JOYFUL TEARS
WHAT DOES LIFE MEAN
BECAUSE IM SO CONFUSED.....
I DONT UNDERSTAND AND YET I DONT THINK
I WANT TO EITHER
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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| HARD TIMES | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
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