The blistering sun sears the sand.
Time will create a desolate land.
tadpoles in the stream
swimming zigzag everywhere
frogs are soon to be
"How about it daddy,"
show me the way,
how you roll that paper,
you make it slay.
"How about it daddy,"
you smell so funny,
is that the reason,
you look so crummy?
"How about it daddy,"
you sleep all day,
you seem so grumpy,
I think you should pray.
"How about it daddy,"
Is it true what mommy say,
that you love smoking,
more than you love yahwey.
Dear Rain What to say about you!
sometimes you're sin of first love,
sometimes you're the reason to hide tears.
Have someone ever asked about you?
Have someone asked why you're sad
or the reason to shower love today?
Have you always been happily showering
or you drained out the sorrows of your?
I know no one has ever asked you this?
as people are busy blaming or appreciating you,
So let's not think about them and enjoy our company.
Can I have a request my dear?
whenever I feel low can you come to hide my tears,
whenever I feel joyful can you come to enjoy with me,
Oh my dear Rain what to say about you!
Time demands ever
People apply ruler hardest
Stunting life..desires.!
My dear Grandma
alive and kicking
on this sunny day
modern medicine
and
miracles of science
life is a balance
between old and new
extremist aggressions
replaced by
rational transitions
not the end
only Zen
time goes by one hundred years
man goes on surrounded by fears
learn ? no he did not
he took on a fools role and suffered a lot
now he walks the earth, a barren place
void of life ,such a disgrace
colors are all gone ,now its just grey
nothing like the ambience of my day
animals are extinct ,or few are far between
i remember a time they played in the green
rainforests long gone ,now its bare earth
the lands been stripped of her beauty and worth
a magical tree stands alone
unable to help as it has no home
its wilters in the scorching sun
unable to supply oxygen its almost done
a child's cry far away
the sound of sorrow in this modern day
her future is bleak
as the past generation was weak
the years went by ,as the greed took place
the enviroment was cursed, by the human race
one hundred years now goes by
with only one tree to reach the sky
The mighty dragons which came
roaring on that fateful night
took great pride in disintegrating
everything in their sight
Nothing was left that was not
scorched by their flame
although to the fire-breathing
dragons it was all but a game
No trees were left standing
and nay grasses retained green
it took three and a half years
for the streets to scrub clean
There was no building that
wasn't burnt to an absolute crisp
The laughing dragons noted down
another wondrous trip
All the churches did indeed receive
three hundred and thirty-three degrees
The poor clergymen were seen praying
whilst fallen down upon their knees
As the puissant dragons kept up their
ferocious attack, some pastors were heard
screaming for the good lord to come back
When the libraries burned down
it was such a terrible loss for the town
as the most intelligent of the peoples
were nowhere to be found
Then all the pubs and neon clubs were ravaged and wrecked
The fire-breathing dragons just said, "We don't give a feck."
Something happens at this time of year -
drifting, changing as months go by:
heat becomes cold, light to dark,
time melts like falling snow,
words float in white mist.
Feet stomp, scarves wrap,
skin covered
from air,
chill.
A father who constantly moans at you and puts you down all the time.
An absent mother living with her lover see's you on the weekends.
You listen to him putting her down
you listen to her with her new found
Older sister mentally ill, father moaning about the bills
Anxiety and fear a broken family
From one home to the next feeling constantly preplexed
You listen to him putting her down
you listen to her with her new found
Grades are crap at school holding it all in like a fool
Did either one ask ''how are you'' or ''how does this make you feel''?
The anger sets in where do I begin It will never leave me
it stays with you till the end.
Your always to scared to express how you felt and what its done to your head
cant get to sleep cause your minds full of crap feeling like your gonnna snap
Its now to late for me to forget but I wont allow it to damage me no more I want to close that door.
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