That Red Man Takes It All

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That Red Man Takes It All

Such a short life.
Sometimes I look in the mirror And see everything disapering                    Faster and Faster, behind me.
Part of me is gone.
No control at all.

Tired of loseing everything..
A Part of me is gone..
God bring me back to life..

I pleed the fith, Because my words doesn't help.
temptation all around, that devil never stops.
New posion on my breath running everyone away.
so close to hell that i smell me burning.

Tired of loseing everything..
A part of me is gone.
God bring me back to life..

What goes around, comes around.
So i suffer from my past.
Carma trapts us from moving foward.
Hey, I've lost everything.
 

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BikemanRJ commented on That Red Man Takes It All

03-21-2010

Written as if it was a prayer to God love how it represents the way we as humans sometimes let ourselves be led astray and then we go crawling back to God to seek his forgiveness and Grace. Just let go of the past and let God do the rest after that let that old devil that tempts you know that you are through with him. God Bless BikemanRJ

Mandi commented on That Red Man Takes It All

01-27-2010

Not bad.. several spelling and verb tense errors, but that can be taken with literary license. Otherwise, I like it.

sammia commented on That Red Man Takes It All

01-26-2010

Eddie I truly love this poem. Loved the flow and the style. I have been at this point one time or another. Great write. Keep writing and sharing. you get a 10 from me.

Morris commented on That Red Man Takes It All

01-26-2010

nice work sorta dulls the pain of the dissapointments in this we call civilization keep it going give up they win screw em

redbloodink commented on That Red Man Takes It All

01-26-2010

I have been there ... losing everything should make you want to work harder and better at every thing.... That's all I do is work whether my day job changing tires or this night job of writing.... nice plea to your Lord..... HE DOES HEAR YOU.... NOW YOU JUST MUST WORK AND DO ALL THINGS OUT OF A PURE LOVE WANTING NOTHING IN RETURN AND NEVER FEELING CHEATED.... HE WILL PAY YOU BACK LATER.... red

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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