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Monday, March 26, 2012

[MYSELF]


[MYSELF]
MUSIC
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47UiLhNyujU


THE PAIN OF LIFE , AND THE PAIN OF LOVE WHILE I DIE A LITTLE INSIDE. 



WE SAY THAT WE WANT THE PERFECT PERSON. YET IN THIS DAY AND AGE WHO THE HELL IS THAT? 



I WALK ALONE A KNIGHT IN THESE DARK TIMES, THE AGONY OF BEING BORN IN THE WRONG TIMES I GUESS. 



IN OLDEN TIMES PEOPLE LIKE ME WANDERED AND PASSED ON THE STORIES OF WAR AND STRIFE, PASSION AND LOVE. 



GRIOTS IN AFRICA AND BARDS IN ENGLAND, ARE WE ALLOWED THE COMFORTS OF LIFE? REST? FAMILY? PEACE?



THE DRUMS ANNOUNCED THE COMING AND CHILDREN RAN OUT AND DANCED AS WE ENTERED.



AND I WONDER WILL I EVER FIND MY PLACE, MY LOVE IS SO IMMENSE THAT THE LARGEST STAR FALLS INTO DARKNESS IN ITS SHADOW.



I SO OFTEN STAND ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN AS LIFE HAPPENS, ANOTHER STORY TO SCRIBE, ANOTHER POEM TO PUT INTO PERSPECTIVE.



I ROAM ALONE.



SO OFTEN HAVE I ENJOYED THE PHYSICAL FRUITS, YET MY HEART FINDS IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE.



BATTLE SCARS ARE THE TESTAMENT TO THE VALIDITY OF THIS WARRIOR, MENTAL AND PHYSICAL.



IT IS SAID THAT I NEVER SMILE. HOW CAN I WHEN I KNOW THAT THERE IS NO JOY FOR ME.



I ROAM ALONE DRENCHED IN THE DISPAIR OF MY ANCESTORS, AND THE HURT OF THE LITTLE BOY WHO LIVES DOWN THE STREET.



WATCHING PEOPLE ARGUE OVER WHO SHOULD LEAD, AS MY PEOPLE CONTINUE TO BLEED FROM PSYCHOLOGICAL WOUNDS TO DEEP TO APPLY PRESSURE TO.



THIS CURSE, THIS KNOWLEDGE, WOULD THAT I COULD HAND IT TO SOMEONE ELSE AND LIVE MY LIFE IN BLISSFUL IGNORANCE.



AS I TRAVEL ALONE. 

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