Hands on Deck

Hands on Deck

A Poem by Boantlers

Clashes of mismatched manners
Backlashes on plans, holts on actions 
Time standing still, minds moving backward
Good will is never in fractions, it never crashes 
The passion for fellow man to one is born natural
Still factions maybe blindly, maybe greedily; unknowingly taxing
Some freedom found in patches; breathing
Hesitancy in tune bleeds into ashes
Worry in accordance; freed out of relevance  
Standing, calling
Reaching forward
Strength found inside the will of hearts

© 2010 Boantlers


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Added on July 26, 2010
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Boantlers
Boantlers

AK, Earth, New Zealand



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