satellites

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    fighting to stay alive.....dying to rise up....but rising, ever slowly.

    satellites

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    i tried to self destruct and totally burn out
    just throw it all away
    i am indestructible, it turns out

    i can't just leave the stage
    not right in the middle of the game
    even the biggest, baddest dogs
    have their wounds to lick
    even the sharpest knives
    can become victim to it's width

    the angels on my shoulders
    battle demons
    from my dark world of hate and fun

    the snakes in my stomach
    continue to hide from the sun
    and i
    walk this walk with iron feet
    rusted and dragged along the concrete street

    you can see me, maybe even feel me
    scraping by
    but you can't be me
    that is my job















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    tierra7 commented on satellites

    06-05-2012

    WOW! this was a mighty piece!!! Love & Light, Tierra

    Pape commented on satellites

    05-26-2011

    Dude, after losing myself for a year I am glad this is the first thing i let the oel' eyeballs stumble upon. And not that I am one to follow but I do agree this has a very lyrical quality and I can hear it while I read. Um, so, yeah...nice job.

    Crush

    05/26/2011

    thank you so much ! and welcome back....can't wait to read some more from one of my absolute faves.

    cheronld commented on satellites

    04-22-2011

    Kind of powerful in the turmoil that I felt coming from this write...as if one could see the hurt beneath the cuts...but it also has strength in survival...a great write my friend...Cher

    Crush

    04/23/2011

    thank you for your time, cher !

    karix13 commented on satellites

    04-21-2011

    I imagine this poem as a song with a really industrial, heavy beat. It's actually really cool! Nice work!

    Crush

    04/22/2011

    thank you very much. i loved the old industrial sound, i miss it.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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