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Old 08-18-2008, 01:14 AM   #422
H.Notik
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Allow me to crush this.


My mind is mental frustration fused with thoughts for a nation
Combined with hate for the faces who forgot to escape this
Unstoppable matrix constructed but I plot in the basement
To budge it my budget is profit but face it I’m nothing
When stopped in the rain an I plummet through optical
Pain and the summit is something binocular aim won’t discover
Hidden and smothered deep within religion which was it
The notion to plunder feelings devoted to loving, or
Emotional struggles motioned though folks in discussion
That made my soul tumultuous, fuck it …
You ever notice how lonely the pen is…before you touch it?
If only this pen man’s ship departed, I’d flow on forever
But see my penmanship’s embarked in, a whirlpool like tenure
Bringing me deep into reality, I dive and tackle the breeze
Good bye to, hassles an dreams which time’ll shatter believe
Our mind can flatter the scene with imagination fastened complete
With contraptions known as pens of which I compete with actions
To open my chest and delete this passion holding my head
And shoulders – soulless, roaming this dead end knowing
My opus is left open groping notions of a dead mans potion
Notes of bliss shadowed in tortured fits of families’ fortune pissed
Away into a society chosen to die and seem hopeless but this…
Emotional rift convokes a gathering…I boast convulsive
Focal salaries of which I coast my travesties afloat I hope…
To carry thee and pay the pardon challenge me through
Blazing gardens swimming through the ashes harden
My soul, my life is drama..as this imagination bothers
A passionate hold capturing poems, my brain is costumed
By a Dracula robe…afraid of the light….speak my words
In the dark – my flask is now old’n I sink deep in the hurt
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Shot at God.

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