And so we struggle on..
We don't know what we've got till it's gone,
We don't know about life till it's wrong,
Shafted by inmeasurable doubts,
We crash shifty into the cracked dawn.
Sifted grails, nuggets of slime,
Rusted nails, muggers of rhyme.
Unholy promises, leaches allied,
Neon fireflys, miseries cried.
Shielded baton, Molotov roulette,
Sanctioned song, undercover pet.
The liberated heed the lessons of the past,
And make swiftly for the rediscovered raft.
They abide by common decency,
relinquishing aggression and theft.
No free man can be commanded,
Nor have public or private harm granted.
We thrive with patient acceptance,
Ever aware of powers slanted.
..
This is as it is and no more.. yet,
Create bright passion, rumbling.
LT
@originalworks
I think this is great.
Keep the good work.
Do you maybe have an Instagram?
No other online media atm.. never really been my thing, not since the beginning conscious awaking times with stumbleupon atleast.
An old blogspot with poems from the road was disappeared and the hard copies lost, but I've been meaning to rewrite them from memory and share new ones..
That's why I'm here! Glad you like it
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