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Saturday, February 7, 2009

A Clever Play On Words

Rating: 5.0
This bizarre monotony of attempted success,
Becomes the desideration of all forays.
Night after night I scribble madness,
Etched into my brain, but always gone before day.
Deny any faith in intellectual riposte,
For no barriers separate the friend from the faux.
My thoughts: waves forever crashing against the worldly coast,
My resolve: a hut against which the hurricane winds blow.
This rhythmic mental race implodes time in upon its self,
The seconds ticking faster than they should.
An unsteady adrenaline rush and a fault line creases my head, I need help!
Too busy fixing others, doubt if I asked they would.
I knew I never should have tried to start,
This panicked, written charade.
Attempting to expose what ails my heart,
When despite what I do the hope fades.
What's stained should be clean, and what's clean is not me.
Benjamin Feliciano
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IamNo body 25 May 2010
My thoughts: waves forever crashing against the worldly coast, My resolve: a hut against which the hurricane winds blow.. Wow..more than a mere play of clever words i bet!
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