Quite Noise

Godfather.
Godfather. Posts: 12,504
edited September 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the quiet noise of life passes by
riding on the winds of change
and as it surrounds the city streets
I can hear the children sing.

so I peel me an orange
just to see the seeds inside
and watch the blossoms grow
then take my time as I wipe the juice up off the floor

so many days I've sat right here
dropping orange peels on the floor
waiting for the sun to shine down on me
as the winds of change comfort my soul.

so I'll peel another orange
just to see the seeds inside
then watch the blossoms grow
and I'll take my time and wipe the juice up off the floor.

and the quite noise of life brings sunshine thru my open door
riding on the winds of change
wiping orange juice up off the floor.

Godfather.
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  • Jason78
    Jason78 Posts: 400
    Nice...
  • Godfather.
    Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    edited September 2012
    Jason78 wrote:
    Nice...

    thanks' man !

    Godfather.
    Post edited by Godfather. on
  • depopulationINC
    depopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    sometimes the unexpected surprises even become routine, yet we wait upon a gleaming light to change our perception and surroundings.
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key

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