Born In 1984 - Poem by noblebandit

Belated e-card black balloons
Sacrifrice I am not a magician
Tranquil tropical region
Don’t ask foolish questions

And so must depart every word
On my ass long story short
In opera beauty of the void
Half moon and all that

Into the room mythical
Crystal concrete experience
Daydreaming voice is musical
Vowels and consonants

Double lights a conga line
Private party of mine

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Born In 1984 by noblebandit

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 26, 2010

[Report Error]