Confusion in the lives we lead and our inability to cope with it.A Poem by BlueEyedBanditSomething I'm not even sure I agree with.Walking with the kings and saints, In a wonderful world full of wicker gates. No gold to envy or silver to steal Nothing to take us away from what's real. Equality within cups of tea, Curved up smiles with dignity. A handshake or two from the men of the men. They're watching you as you're watching them. Delicious conversation is met, You lips, unforgivingly wet. You overwhelmed by the feeling of bliss, You're overjoyed as life gave you a kiss. Fairness is undoubtedly there, With beautiful liberty where, The dreaded cages once stood, Like only dreaded cages could. Men side by side clad only in robes, Men without trophies and with out pierced lobes. No difference among men now starts to lose interest. As it's no fun to have no winning or contest. Is there a medium that can be reached? Or are we to stand here and blindly preach, Each side of the story that seems so broad. Maybe we ought to just continue being odd. Let's polish our silver, and keep our gates closed, Let's not let them in, and show them our boasts. We have variety and simplistic wants. Let’s leave ourselves guessing, at what life taught.
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4 Reviews Added on August 3, 2010 Last Updated on August 3, 2010 AuthorBlueEyedBanditCollinsville, CTAboutMy name is Kristi Lynn. That is my full first name, not the first and middle. I'm 20 years old and trying to let loose some creative activity. Why not share it? I work alot and don't have much time .. more..Writing
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