Its In The AirA Poem by The SpaniardobservationsWe communicate with nothing. So Spoiled. Spoiled by what? Freedom? Freedom of what? Freedom of speach? It'a all lost its meaning. MEANING NOTHING. UNDERSTANDING NOTHING. Everyword just noise. Meaningless empty niose. Revelance is only a memory from whence it came. And when we forget the source, We forget the dream. Whilst those who aren't talking to hear themselves speak are cast aside. This chain of events occur' With Expression lending itself to fear, Fear from the masses. And Fear lending itself to hatred, Hatred of the creators. Hatred lending itself to violence and death, The death of creativity and souls. Beacuse if it doesn't SELL. IT DOESN'T LIVE. And of course that means... I must die. And so must you. And so must us all. For its far to late for change. The programing has been completed. So lets plug ourselves in to be ENTERTAINED. And DON'T think. NO. Don't ever think. It may make you sad. And no one wants to see that, hear that, be that. NO. No one ever wants to see THAT.
© 2008 The SpaniardAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 2, 2008 Last Updated on August 7, 2008 AuthorThe SpaniardWestfield, MAAboutI am a singer/songwiter and self proclaimed poet. I sing for a band in the western mass. area called Independent Idiot (if you wanna ask what that means contact me and I'll tell you). I have been .. more..Writing
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