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KFrost2008KFrost2008 Posts: 36
edited April 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
So close
It's getting closer
Nothing year

So far from here
So far
Extinction

Ancient ways
Dying days
Only the world can change it

Justify
Justify
All these killings in the fields
Killings of the fields

Dreams never succeed
Only terrible violence lives
In this dictatorship of intelligence

Didn't come off as cryptic as I wanted, but tell me what you think
I can kill because in God I trust.

06/24/06-Cincinnati, OH-US Bank Arena
08/05/07-Chicago, IL-Grant Park(Lollapalooza)
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i like it.

    KFrost2008 wrote:
    So close
    It's getting closer
    Nothing year

    So far from here
    So far
    Extinction

    Ancient ways
    Dying days
    Only the world can change it

    Justify
    Justify
    All these killings in the fields
    Killings of the fields

    Dreams never succeed
    Only terrible violence lives
    In this dictatorship of intelligence

    Didn't come off as cryptic as I wanted, but tell me what you think
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "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
  • The next question is, what is it about
    I can kill because in God I trust.

    06/24/06-Cincinnati, OH-US Bank Arena
    08/05/07-Chicago, IL-Grant Park(Lollapalooza)
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    i'll give it a go.

    the end of the world is drawing near. killing and wars as has always been since ancient days. dreams of peace have never come true.

    the 'dictatorship of intelligence' i think is the blatant denial by those in power as to why we fight.

    my thoughts on this very good piece. write it again. just copy and revise.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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