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journey home

Mon Feb 19, 2007, 3:45 AM
the carriage with cracked wheels rolls forth
weighed down by the building blocks
handed down by my fathers before me
this barren landscape is where i shall build my home
knowing that the crops will fail and rain shall not come
nails worn from digging my well
forming my grave under rolling skies
only in my rest shall the rain fall
wash the dirt from shallowed eyes

  • Listening to: mouth of the architect
  • Reading: welfare wensdays
  • Playing: with my longboard
  • Eating: the flesh of the rich
  • Drinking: blood of newborns

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:icontrapiki:
hmm, maybe you should submit it as a poem, i would fav it, because its good!

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There is no future, only past mistakes repeated in a new fashion... We live to destroy, we have no sorrow of our destruction... Is this the big plan? If it is I am having a hard time seeing the big picture...
:iconzwartedahlia:
tee hee hee* write more poetry, in loving memory for those you throw out and threaten
:iconmodestdecay:
i dont really write poetry at all, this being the first in years. I definately don't really write it as a peice of art.
It just kind of came out of nowhere when i had a sort of a verbal idea.
but thank you for your compliment.
:icontrapiki:
well it would make a wonderful piece of art, what is a poem, but an idea said in words.

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There is no future, only past mistakes repeated in a new fashion... We live to destroy, we have no sorrow of our destruction... Is this the big plan? If it is I am having a hard time seeing the big picture...
:iconmodestdecay:
how are ideas usually said with, potatoes?
:icontrapiki:
-_- dont take that tone to me young man! lol

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There is no future, only past mistakes repeated in a new fashion... We live to destroy, we have no sorrow of our destruction... Is this the big plan? If it is I am having a hard time seeing the big picture...

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