H2O's Thread of Words

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by H2O420, May 2, 2009.

  1. #1 H2O420, May 2, 2009
    Last edited by a moderator: May 2, 2009
    This should be within the forum rules. I often get stuck rhyming and ranting about random things in my head, but rarely write it down, so I figured I'd make a thread to jot down these ramblings and keep them organized so I can watch my mind progress over time. Somebody else might stop in and get some enjoyment out of them as well, who knows.


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    A spiral in the sky burns away the day turning tomorrow into tonight
    But as we get lost in the clouds something doesn't feel right
    There's a different taste in the air, the future doesn't look too bright
    I'm looking for a signal, a sign, to see if anyone is willing to fight
    But they're not
    Comfort isn't willing to be forgot
    Sadly this habit is learned as quickly as its taught
    Reforming the bonds once wraught to constrict the mind and turn us blind to the things once sought
    By all
    Freedom
    and foremost of all
    Life
    Free of strife
    Turning us ignorant to the loss of life, a sacrifice made to bullet and blade because of those we could not persuade to share the light
    The rhyme is the only way to express my ideas and keep them tight
    Not concerned of wrong or right
    Work the mind and form the words to keep my thoughs from getting weak
    And perhaps convince my brothers, my fellow people who will, (you, too), inherit the planet we made so bleak
    So to finally belong to the 'meek'.
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    Comments if you want, I'll update this periodically nonetheless.
     
  2. Laughs sustain my disdain in reality
    A troubling nuisance threatening my vitality
    Consuming all, leaving nothing
    An empty voicing, their mouths frothing
    at the thought of hope
    Using their mother as a scapegoat,
    taking a knife to their own throat
    Reading back the words in their minds that they wrote
    Striving to live their lives as more than a joke, writing riddles and rhymes and spotting false signs toke after toke
    The illusion of our own imagery
    Placidity of a token Presidency
    Horrid images just wash over
    Too used to seeing blood on one another
    Our voices once rose to make a thunder that couldn't be ignored
    Silence!
    Now change the channel, we're starting to get bored.
     

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