-- Drought --
Jamal
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The tears I’ve cried
encrust my eyes
My dream in words
lost all its worth
Soaked up all it used to be
there’s nothing but a riverbank
where we wallow in delusion
perhaps our only disillusion
A dry canal
no longer moist
the soil has cracked
its fleet has sunk
Run along
Don’t drain my blood
Don’t stain my being
Please, run along
Please Comment On This ... I'm not really sure about this one
but it's the first one after a long period of writer's block
encrust my eyes
My dream in words
lost all its worth
Soaked up all it used to be
there’s nothing but a riverbank
where we wallow in delusion
perhaps our only disillusion
A dry canal
no longer moist
the soil has cracked
its fleet has sunk
Run along
Don’t drain my blood
Don’t stain my being
Please, run along
Please Comment On This ... I'm not really sure about this one
but it's the first one after a long period of writer's block
Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
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i enjoy the entire piece.
every line you wrote is worth reading.
and writers block is a definite pain.
all bottled up and lost.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07