ApplesacuceA Poem by Ed Rector
Possession is a dark necro into infamous disease.
Every single I I write I choose to believe that every single rhythm should be followed by sheep as long as they dance in the flock while wolves sleep If death was sacred to all than weed all be free pat on lock down in slavery in misery concept of a dream If life was a living beinng i guess i'd fly high but i know i just to live with the company liars cause when we only build upon a truth we might die and who wants to die in the morning when it;s their mourning time Not i for the concept of living is to great when i feel not i for the concept of living is the art my dear When seplucurs get shut wind passes by like memories I don't often get the concepts of my own dreams and nightmares make me want to bleed my own blood not blue like the ocean but red like the fire put out in the mud If there ever was a time to enjoy the hand to hand or feed the ones you'd like to know in the land for when the dreams we make make us break up we loose our minds just to find something else to full fill our lives up So loose yourself just to get a grip up thine self and fill your destiny and inch your way closer to the shelf that places intelligence books upon our society and when we use ourselves may it be for reality. If concepts are just a glance a way then why take time to question all the answers and get remorseful sighs. When we get lost in paradise we lie down and face the town that we get into trouble through our bounds If we awaken lost and dark may light be mortal bodies as to say we can find our own ways shotty it's up every chance we get to fullfil our needs to give push and spread the seed of the manly to womanly. © 2014 Ed Rector |
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Added on July 18, 2014 Last Updated on July 18, 2014 AuthorEd RectorSanta Cruz, CAAboutskateboard, write, lyrics/ poetry, play the guitar and am looking for a shorty. more..Writing
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