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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Show's Over And We Vanish

Who knew knowledge could be so tradgic
Cuz knowing him is knowing that we'll never happen
And knowing us is kinda like knowing magic
You see the passion but the action is where we're lackin
So we tell a joke, blow some smoke with music blastin
U take a toke of course you choke so the crowd is laughin
They asking question we leave em guessin
Without a clue and no directions
Stuck, fork intersection
Is it Voodoo, magic or just a blesssin
And as I'm impressin I see his eyes
Filled with the tears that men do cry
Everyone's having fun so they wonder why
It's the tradgic knowledge of you him and I
Cuz all the laughin, magic, smokin, passion
Music blastin, hearts reactin
Left him graspin, crowd is gaspin
Show is done, tradgic fashion
Jameel Archer
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This one is interesting. I originally wrote it about how I couldn't be friends with a girl because she was friends with my ex but it didn't sound like that to anyone but her and I so I changed it to be about....well same thing I always talk about
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