Generation,
it feels like fire suspended in the light,
and it drives blind faith sold to disagree.
It's not the scheme to give up,
easily meant to be a waste within the scheme.
Things give up easily.
Psychic celebration in the stars
and see rising rapture,
fascination for the night and blind vision.
Rely on what it's just within,
life so easily meant to be energy
within the scheme to give up.
So,
that's not the way to be.
I'll waste time and energy.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 449
Joan
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.