Vicious Cycles

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Vicious Cycles

Long time no see I've been blind for awhile to tired to cry unable to smile

Cleaned up mess after mess only to watch it all pile higher

Knocked down a time or two

Picked up a few of the lost on the way

Never said never

Always went to the lost and found just in case

Woke up late one day

ever since then it's never been the same

Never to late to change...just so happens change doesn't wait

Left behind once or twice

When I came to I had to catch up

Happened to be let down before

Unfortunately, shortly thereafter I got high

O.K. so you've bursted a bubble or two just so happens I was busy blowing mine

Chew your food... after all you could choke on your words

Silent treatments can be a privilege if they happen to silent stupidity

One way trips are harsh reality checks especially those that lead to life after death

Watch your step there's always a chance it could go missing

Then you could say you've lost your way

Do unto others what no other will do

After all is said and done they'll remember you

Lift my spirits by stopping by

It might actually work if you leave empty-handed

All is fair in love and war until there is a war against love

Forgive, but don't lie and say you've forgotten

eventually the end will come only to provide a new beginning.

New beginnings equal new mistakes

How many times do we have to learn before it's all absorbed?

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wildpendigus commented on Vicious Cycles

06-12-2009

I like the title and I like the poem it tells alot about you and where you are going It seems a little rebellious but that maybe a good thing, you could turn this poem into song also, I wish you all the best! grecowong@yahoo.com

Calmplexchik

06/12/2009

thank you vm and yes song writing is one thing I would love to define I wish the best to you as well

bforibus commented on Vicious Cycles

05-24-2009

i feel like this poem was full of philisophical ideas, but i failed to see the chain or the connections

Calmplexchik

06/12/2009

yea it is a lil choppy huh? eh it happens thanks for the comment :~D

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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