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Justin Rogers Poem
Sometimes you wonder
why you even bother
You feel like giving up
But then the feelings get
stronger
Maybe a dose of reality will
make them weaker
But the potency of the voices in
your head
Have you divided
No idea what it will take to
reach that high again
You've given too much of your
self to them
And it has made you spineless
Enabling them to leave you a
perfect mess
Soaring with mentally
fabricated wings
On bought time, when the
meter runs out
You fall harder than the first
rains after a drought
And it lands you back with the
rest of the cust and grime
Then it's back scrounging up
every dime you find
It will become your paradise
And it will cost you your mind
Copyright © Justin Rogers | Year Posted 2013
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Justin Rogers Poem
I have uncanny resiliency
diminishing anyone who stands
against me,
along w the ability to quench
the thirst of those looking for
clarity,
it's unbeknownst to me
how they look upon me
as anything short of great,
i can stand on a mountain of
their hate
while I beckon the earth to
quake,
Is your soul to take
i leave it for the gods to decide,
whenever I need to find truth
I just look into my daughters
eyes,
Because the rest of the world is
crooked and infatuated with
lies,
my quest is highly strategized
and never would I settle for
less,
as every letter shall stand
capitalized to leave no question
of regress
This point I have to stress,
There is no quality higher than
mine
You can sell out, I'm just buyin
my time
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Justin Rogers Poem
This is only the beginning i say
as i lay stone to build a
foundation
To rise our empire
And lift our entire nation
Turn off the world and use your
imagination
And listen to the shadowy voice
of reason
Am I the only spark yearning to
ignite change
This isn't a poem or a rap, no
where on the vocal range
No where on the map but I tell
you this fights staged
Realizing the same **** ends up
on the front page
Why are we so enveloped with
crazy and deranged
Why can't we get past our
materialistic selfish ways
See man down and our society
leaves him where he lays
Nobody needs a handout
except those who can afford to
pay
Along with those who work the
system and sit on their ass all
day
Contributing to nothing leaving
no responsibility to be had
The way I see it this system is
a dead beat dad
Who doesn't acknowledge he
has a child
Unless the child can support
him and it makes the child
mad,
Then the child acts up and they
say he's being bad
So they put him in time out and
make the other children hand
over their lunches
But when the child is hurt he
has to mend his own crutches
When the child is sick he has
buy his own medicine
And dads nowhere around to
give discipline
Clearly dad don't care
Clearly something is wrong
here
I'm talkin to walls cuz I swear
to god I see them breathin
That rust stain I thought was
were blood was seepin
My world is alive but why is it
dieing
Am I the reason or am I just
surviving
While this place perishes
And I find myself crying
Are we not trying
To save ourselves from
drowning or are we to busy
individually to notice our
surroundings
Living day to day as if there's
no reason to pray for tomorrow
We've been numbed to the pain
and sorrow
By blindly passing by the
coldest of hollows
Disregarding compassion in
exchange for self growth
Coincides with leaving the rest
with no hope
When there's nothing left to
whom you gonna gloat
When the lake is dry how the
hell you gonna float
This is only the beginning I say
as I paddle the first stroke
Copyright © Justin Rogers | Year Posted 2013
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