Friday 26 April 2013

THE MESS-AGE



Often times you want to SCREAM, when rowing boats up the stream
But what’s existence without beliefs?
Brothers and Sisters row the boats to your dreams…
Life on the inside is the real deal
Thy truest essence pleads for sanity
silence is where you’ll find truth
luxury thou art; deception the curse
BUN UP all hurse ; stop polluting earth, release the hurt….
Love  need not thirst,
Stop making thyself ill
swallowing death name brand pills.
                                                                 starving for tranquil
 another day arrives yet many are fretting over how to pay the next bill.
 plotting who next to kill ; feeling ever so unfulfilled. No smiles, no thrills
AWAKE ! SLEEPING JILL ! WILL ! BILL ! FILTH !
No more tumbling down the hill
          Now is the time humanity
TO  BE  STILL.

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