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Lanooz Zuenn Poem
One week to live? That's more than I expected to breath
I shot the capo in the knee cap before quickly I fled
"Go to hell boy!" blindly I yelled that insane night
One moment of fright has me looking over my right
Goodnight to all I ever knew but tonight I must die
But before you stand over my grave I must sigh
He tried to play me for a fool, how many days left?
A week I suppose before all that love me weep
I have a girl to kiss and make love to all night long
I will fight for my life before singing that sad song
Come and get me killa, come and get me gangsta
Five days left before my head rests on a platter
Sell my final shipment of goodies to the hood
Give a middle finger to anyone who said I was rude
Drive one hundred and fifty miles just to do it
One hundred miles per hour eating a banana split
Two days left and their getting ready to invade
On a roller coaster having the time of my life
I hope they don't bring a knife to a gun fight
I'm ready for war, they don't know what's in store
The evening before the showdown I'm stoned
Too late to travel the world but imagination rules
Read 'The Art of War' several times drenched in jewels
Find a dime and on her face slowly begin to drool
Rent a weather balloon, the message reads "damn fools!"
Last night I couldn't sleep, today I must say goodbye
The more I think about it, it sure was a good ride
Before I could speak another word I heard a noise
Bang! Bang! I took two with me, like a wild cowboy
Copyright © Lanooz Zuenn | Year Posted 2012
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Lanooz Zuenn Poem
I feel like an Episcopal priest before losing his faith,
a traffic accident thrown in his face, renouncing
my faith even though my younger brother believes
I'm more than just a human being, I'm sort of a saint
without ever stepping a foot on a field, but why
does he still look up to me and all my bad habits?
Playing ballads against an empty glass of hope
thinking how mysterious this world really is
as crop circles engulf our minds with the
possibilities, but I guess happiness is a hoax
as I stare out this bedroom window laughing
at nightmares just to let the world know how
brave I am to peak out my once dry sheets
and stare out the window at the creepy silhouette
standing alone undearneath the midnight stars,
but don't be alarmed, I am not scared of a soul trying
to intrude on my ego, like if I am somehow exempt
from the rumors of mortality. I feel the footsteps
of strangers walking around in the shadows hiding
while dogs bark curiously at phantom noises coming
from the same place I just pointed my finger at.
Maybe it's a sign that we are not alone on this earth
or maybe it's a sign that nothing is furthur from
the actual truth. Boarding up windows makes me
feel safe but not invinsible on some rainy nights
when my newfound fright gets the best of me.
No matter where I hide, attic or basement, i'ts all
the same, I still yearn for my inhaler feeling like
a hostage ready to give my final words to the world
before I pass away into the toxic realm of SET,
swinging away into pity's arms, I'm acid to my own
self , toxin in my bloodstream. Listening to
beautiful sounds in the background as I begin to
tap on empty water glasses just to feel sane
before the asthma attacks my lungs and I loose
control as sounds begin to exchange questions
with my sanity. The sound of strings all around me
and I'm beginning to understand each note, the
reason why tonight on the bay of regret I float.
Copyright © Lanooz Zuenn | Year Posted 2012
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