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'03 Changing a Mindless Disturbance
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2003 Spread me across the windshield
suprise me with your melancholy voice
Leave me stranded without my souls choice
Where will your sorrow wield?
I haventh the strength of my psychotic guild...
Now tear me open and free my thoughts,
the deranged little mind of long lost foughts,
runaway to the substandard life,
hide in the mirrors of my pupil eyes...
then again, look away as your life slowly rots...
----Disturbance----
"What to be or what to turn in to...
Just be yourself or be the one to look up too...
Play the role that your soul gave you...
Can't you see, that, I already knew...
But since it's me, am I suppose tooo..."
Here is a chain with every year of my life,
There is a ring where I almost died,
Some how this chain will never misplace,
Will NOT take away the days I WANT to erase,
All I need to be happy is to simply...modify...
djr
"Spread me across the windshield
suprise me with your melancholy voice"...this was a great line...something i would have loved to have thought of and used in one of my poems...i really enjoyed this poem....and even tho it is a little skewed in thought processes and the word choice makes for interesting turns of meaning...from one kinda warped mind to another...this was really good! see ya in texasland! la lu