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Rhythm Of The Beat
perhaps I don't have long, shame i never found her to share my song.
nothing feels so wrong... As marching to the beat of a single gong.
Whats my purpose in being? we only belive in seeing,
with our own two eyes... yet no one denies
the lord of all flies, the world was built on lies.
We all shuffle to death taking shallow breaths,
hoping to find the one, hoping to have a son
hoping to pass on the trade... only to let it fade,
to lie in the shade.... to never be afraid...
I'll be damned if I go down, In a blaze for glory and crown.
Yet if I am doomed to fall I will take not one but all,
for thats how i roll my dice I won't think twice, as cold as ice.
while my heart still beats, no surrender no retreat....
Ohh for the rhythm that moves my feet....
Oh for the rhythm of the beat...
For the song that fills my heart...
For a chance to love... before I depart.....
Wow, that's a great poem. I
Wow, that's a great poem. I read it with a subtle, almost swaying rhythm of drums in the back of my mind. Trace-like. Fantastic poem!
Drums in the dark
Thankyou for your unique perspective, It pleases me to no end that people can read it with their own rhythm in mind. It was origionally ment to be lyrics, lyrics with out a song, like sheep without a shepherd is free to go a thousand different ways.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.
Wow
Truly amazing work i Loved it, i hope that i can become as good as you are one day,
An ignorant mind neglects common sense, seeking what doesn't exists, unaware of the coming abyss, and cannot see the hate behind a loving kiss. - Devonte Mack
’ ̿’̵͇̿̿з=(ˆ◡ˆ)=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ Don't make me shoot you with my love, Its deadly..
A quantum of solace
Firstly I will say thankyou for your praise, It is comforting to know that someone has read my words and understands them... at least in their own way. Now secondly I will say this, I am no better with my word smithing than you or the great bard himself, it is our own experiences that make us unique and it is those experiences we write about, I just hope yours are happier than mine. Keep penning my friend, for it is only our own eyes that are the harshest of critique.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.