Stop pimping dreams
In the bar of fire wine
Stop singing secrets
To dozing warriors
Stop lulling your kid
With the lust of war
Stop painting your wall
With watery bullets
Stop warding off flies
With ballistic grenades
Stop feeding your town
On fodder from the grave
Stop swinging on the string
Tied to nowhere; from nowhere
Stop thinking in octates
They are not your tune
Stop faking music from leaves
Stop pimping dreams
Stop pimping dreams
In the bar of fire wine
Stop singing secrets
To dozing warriors
Stop lulling your kid
With the lust of war
Stop painting your wall
With watery bullets
Stop warding off flies
With ballistic grenades
Stop feeding your town
On fodder from the grave
Stop swinging on the string
Tied to nowhere; from nowhere
Stop thinking in octates
They are not your tune
Stop faking music from leaves
Stop pimping dreams
you have a sensitive perception.. use it more often while writing poetry...
"Stop faking music from leaves"- nice phrase.
Hard hitting and well-crafted. The rhythm of the new, wounded age.
dont know why i did not read it for so long....i love it..
Powerful resonance.Do chk out my blog too.there's a new poem.
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you have a sensitive perception.. use it more often while writing poetry...
"Stop faking music from leaves"- nice phrase.
Hard hitting and well-crafted. The rhythm of the new, wounded age.
dont know why i did not read it for so long....i love it..
Powerful resonance.Do chk out my blog too.there's a new poem.
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