Carigamers
Off Topic => Ole Talk => Politics & Soap Box Rants => Topic started by: TrinireturnofGamez on February 18, 2006, 09:54:02 PM
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The night steals in,
and sleep embezzles our time
by giving us foolish dreams ,
in exchange for half our lives.
Ere midnight comes ,
the robber strikes ,
timeliness would call him ,
''midnight-robber'' ,
but he also steals from us at midday.
His coat embelished ,
with the sharp, blood trimmed flower ,
and the crimson dying sun ,
like metaphors for our present and future ,
blood upon blood .
He carries a silver dagger ,
and a blind club ,
but needs only his tongue,
and our stupidity .
The promise he makes ,
is of a vision,
of a golden future,
of prosperity ,
but he takes our ebony,
and builds himself a palace ,
in our garden.
by J. bhagan
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i go tell uncle patos on yuh
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this poem is supposed to be featured in ''songs of honour'' a compilation of poetry to be released in 2006 . No money for me yet though.