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Hey Andy,
CB here.
Another great read!
Just a couple of housekeeping points:
- "smogs" can be simply, 'smog' as it can read with the same intent alongside 'stenches' without having to plural
is see the dream come true
I want to look up, and see skies blue
with the birds all aflutter,
and beneath it a pool so crisp and clean
to wash away these things;
these things that have wrought
these stenches and smog and so is my thought
to wake this dream and to see it real,
whether or not I'm left to feel
the strong tree through all its days
not withered through the cruel ways.
these buisinesses have to seek their money,
but my dream is one of sweet honey
and I feel the loss when I awake
but now it is to truth I make
this wonderful dream as I put on this vest
and walk into the wondrous forest
walk past all that I love to purify
things not yet done and glorify
my loss today so there shall be another way,
because when dreams are true I will not see the day...
except from afar,
because I push the button
next to the tree-killing machines
and I explode.
Poetry by Andy
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Written on 2006-04-19 at 00:23
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Hey Andy,
CB here.
Another great read!
Just a couple of housekeeping points:
- "smogs" can be simply, 'smog' as it can read with the same intent alongside 'stenches' without having to plural
visIon
All I want to do,is see the dream come true
I want to look up, and see skies blue
with the birds all aflutter,
and beneath it a pool so crisp and clean
to wash away these things;
these things that have wrought
these stenches and smog and so is my thought
to wake this dream and to see it real,
whether or not I'm left to feel
the strong tree through all its days
not withered through the cruel ways.
these buisinesses have to seek their money,
but my dream is one of sweet honey
and I feel the loss when I awake
but now it is to truth I make
this wonderful dream as I put on this vest
and walk into the wondrous forest
walk past all that I love to purify
things not yet done and glorify
my loss today so there shall be another way,
because when dreams are true I will not see the day...
except from afar,
because I push the button
next to the tree-killing machines
and I explode.
Poetry by Andy
Read 1171 times
Written on 2006-04-19 at 00:23
Tags Protect  Bomber  Suicide 
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