Joel Smith Poems

Do what your told
respect your elders
be seen an not heard
say and do whatever you like
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Excuse my empty head
I awoke in eighty-one and found myself dead
I'm gonna talk
I'm gonna play
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I know myself
I know my sin
whatever never happened
happened again
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On the day before the rivals
took the court an pushed their vitals
i was alone
i was home
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I arrived down at the scepter
where the tombs were on display
glass cases cant be broken
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Lets all think positive and be decieved
optimism blinds the naive

I am beyond salvation
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I rock soft so as not to offend thee
mainstream palatable
radio friendly
mindless human on the lose
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I say nothing in many ways
angry for all of my days
typical in all i do
i dont have a mind
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In a dream
I saw all of existence on an altar
being sacrificed by big egos
and those who lust for power
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Its clear to me now
that nothing is set in stone
the man among the many
the one thats all alone
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