Details |
Justin Rivera Poem
Light side of the sun or Dark side of the moon
Speak to me.
It's our chance to be free.
No longer on the run.
The clock has stopped.
Our time has arrived.
Great music is what the world's deprived.
For once in our life we don't have to lie.
We're playing the Great gig in the sky.
The obligation for money has died.
Its us and them, but who gets left behind?
We're any color you like, when your color blind.
Is everything managed, when your brain damaged? or nothing at all.
The eclipse is here, time to stand tall.
And all that has come
will eventually fall.
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
Sadly this time it ends with no tune.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Copyright © Justin Rivera | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Justin Rivera Poem
People underestimate the power of God.
Yet they don't realize how fast they're gone.
As I sit here and write this in the corner of hell.
God never forgive me for the drugs I used to sell.
But oh well,
While you're still alive you don't realize how easy you have it.
Nothing here is yours until you grab it.
My death is replayed over and over,
I still wish when I died I was sober.
Never knew such a little drug would do so much to me.
Satan showed me all my best memories.
Slowly he took every single one away from me.
There's no evidence or pictures of where I'm from.
I guess hell is the place I really do belong.
Copyright © Justin Rivera | Year Posted 2015
|