the trees swallowA Poem by R. P. Cokethe feet are happy. the earth beneth them feels dirty and good. and alive and real the concrete is far behind the trees swallow. i am here. you look different in the dark and i know i do too what do you see when you look at me the crack through the door revels so little after all and i am a little boy and and old man and i am forgetting both. yet they are the same. will the sun rise and will i learn to see it the gnome runs free. the land meets me. i love you earth beneth my feet. will you marry me? i hug the ground and theres not a sound and i am craddled, worn by the wind nothing can kill me. the fire seeds me. i feel alive. earth takes me. i am saved. civilizations falls old in the back and i attack new and old and old and new and new new old old farwell the dirty and hello the dirt i <we> missed you © 2009 R. P. CokeReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 8, 2009 Last Updated on April 20, 2009 AuthorR. P. CokeFort Worth, TXAboutmy words, they run through me ever head. i dont want to be elite. i dont care about fame. i just like to express this strangeness i call life into some form of art for my personal understanding. as i .. more..Writing
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