Oct 25, 2007 00:37
a recent poem...
beat poets always start their rhymes
with somethin about poverty and standin in line
I never bothered to give a thought
when a beat poet smoked and forgot
cause smokin and the fuel for rhyme
I won't give it any of my damn time
you've got a quota to fill
pour the ink let the words spill
forget all the meanings you learned
nothing gained if nothing yearned
causes are as causes get
something everyone forgets
figure it out in a one two three
burried underneath your apple tree
leaves are fallin bullets flyin
somethings in the air is dyin
change is kickin and leavin us gone
where are the beat poets when we're done
and...
yeah, I've been in such a weird place lately, lots of stuff is in flux. I'm glad though I've met some amazing people a few in particular and still had some people who've been there through a lot. I'm done school january 25th and then begins phase two in my plan for world domination assuming my mind stays attached to my shoulders. Thank you to those people who help me through things, oh for those who care, it's been over 2 months since my last cigarette.