Tuesday, February 5, 2008

It's Wierd for Me to ( )...

A simply, stagnant, stationary society
A race that has claimed perfection
it escapes as a light from deep down inside of me
my own truth in which i find a voice

a trebling, terrified, transient tone
would you have it any other way
don't worry it will soon be gone
blown away like a whisper in the wind

Rules, Regulations, Rights
all it seems were made to be broken
speaking feels like standing on a cliffs edge
one more deep breath before I leap

A call A claim A cause
and now to await the effect
a spirit called an evanescent
only my voice fades faster

A view, variable a Vision!
an idea escapes my lips
will you listen?
Pen to Paper, my way to war

So go ahead and close your fist
and I will open my hand
We'll let a kinder world
decide who's a bigger man

A Blast , Bomb A Bullet!
I've seen how you fight now see my release!
I've got the greatest weapon of all!
combat unending war with peace...

2 comments:

Cassie said...

I really like this!
sorry that doesn't give much detail or anything, but I don't really know what else to say.
it's a good topic!

Anonymous said...

i love your use of alliteration {{or is it assonance? i get them confused.}}
and your use of vocabulary. it makes for a strong piece.