![]() The Apparent StruggleA Poem by Julius WhitfieldSweet mother of pearl etches an extended smile on the face of the victim Did this make any sense? Was the world bred to produce such idiocies? Did the due cause come from such absurdity through such feelings? Remember that as you weep for hunters as many die everyday Many who suffer raining skies of disease many who can't gorge as you have and the same die while you indulge Love and sorrow They war for some control But they are as paltry and insignificant As the parasites feeding on the dead However, we don't know it Only perpetual eyes can recognize this And I haven't found one person who has those eyes © 2008 Julius Whitfield |
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Added on February 9, 2008 Author![]() Julius WhitfieldSt Louis, MOAbout21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..Writing
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