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Songs and Daughters
Here’s to the slack between your knees,
The dead end dream, fit for a queen.
Its not what they say, its so much more!
Scratch her off with a knock on my door.
I don't need to explain myself, it’s just how I am.
If that’s a problem, make me a man.
One more is to love me, One less is to know me.
We love the mundane, well so much for liberty
Everything I stood for is on the floor,
I couldn't refuse to just adore,
And love the mask behind the man,
Who used to fill my head, now he only fills my hands.
It’s just the way we love today,
The songs and daughters made my day.
"Here’s to the slack between
"Here’s to the slack between your knees,"
What a very creative creation you created.
You do have some really great lines on here,
but this one by far has got to be my favorite.
Brilliantly done!
=^.^=
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
oh man the first 6 lines wow
oh man the first 6 lines wow just wow!
god I have missed you!
the poem as a whole feels rough around the edges too me, but that could just be me being sleepy and not reading it out loud but in my head
Much Love
Ashley
I bet you get told you are
I bet you get told you are like a young Bob Dylan all the time.
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Dylan Was Okay Too
Master of words that go together inspite of rhyme, innundated in your time and the perspective of one, I think more like Haki Madhubuti (early Don L. Lee) or almost Baraka , the Master of in your face, (certainly Ted Jones/& that lil leroi cat). Move over b'kowski, there is a space open between the topical mind writer and the I wish I had thought of that writer - or not - allets
sorry! You left this a long
sorry! You left this a long time ago, haven't been around for a while. I wish =P