Words on a page

sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
What was done or finished
The job never complete
Tasking away each hour
Finding repeat, no regret
New things old things
All the same, so it’s not
I may need a rifle, say
To protect the garage
So many around a bit
Closer than I used to see
Weather hold out just two
Trips longer, some musta
Died I see, blessed hope
Breezen, a night without
Light looking confused
Over the lookout over
There see mountains
Gracious, glory and good
K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
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  • hmm

    I like this

    It seems that it is a few things crammed together, an I can't make total sense of it all, but that is what i like
    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
  • sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
    Thanks.;);)
    K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
  • Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
    very nice... very nice indeed :)
    "To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
    'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

    --first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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