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It's kind of an incoherant rant

a soul lost to a lost soul

damn why is it so cold in here

when man is forgotten but not forgiven

locked in this plastic box

life of crime dictated by the crime of life

now who can see what's real

in a place where you're either a hopeless dope feind or a dopeless hope feind

the civil war of the mind

a world destroyed by construction and built by bombs

who can see what's real now

when economics trump adversity

where stores sell shirts but the shirts sell you

enough, isn't and too much is enough

integritty and honesty sell faster than ipods

and like so are built to break down

what is a lost soul to soul lost

damnit it's so cold in heere

 

Author's Note

Just a rant really. I can't really articulate thoughtful, multidemensional, clean, nice sounding, flowing and semetrical poems all in one anymore. This was just a I need to keep writing poems poem I guess. Hope it isn't too horrible.

Reviews

[Amy L. Arend]

very interesting, I really liked the shirts selling you part :) Good job on this one.

[Dorchadas]

Beautiful.
Lifes contradictions purged with intelligent contemplation.
I loved the thought process's connective structure.
Thoughtful, reflective and wickedly clever.