Rock Bottom(Turn Over)A Poem by sherwinHead high over turning, indignified with hollow hatred,burning for star cross visions.
Keep tempting and i keep reevaluating the means to an end with visions in hand. Complacent turn overs, spiritual hijackers who get paid with godlove to remind you there are 12 ways around being food for the flower power
(this part they remind you for free).
"Can you feel it?" they said,"Because theres only one rock bottom...thats death."
Searching for ancient powers to fuel the driving hearts and
steering minds of society. While the radio loops sweet somber music, the song of digging your own burial for generations ahead to exasperate
at the findings of a new ancient power, fossilized and complacent to their time of Great Need.
We are all miners of rock bottom.
We pray on our knees for things we have no business praying for
and when we get what we didnt ask for we then ask "why?" Hovered hearts burying sparks deep down "what would I be if?" Cross your arms and kneel ,hold yourself tight, kiss the ground and pray to absolve the fuel buried inside.
Wind the clock slowly to the buried vision in hand, wind it to your hour of Great Need. © 2011 sherwinAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 12, 2011 Last Updated on May 12, 2011 Authorsherwinwoodbridge, VAAbouti like writing ,playing music, painting. It makes me happy to do these things because of my everyday struggles with certain negative aspects in society. This is how i deal with that. I'm am not a .. more..Writing
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