Life Approximately..
Darkness in the midst of life..Love and hate gamblin' with the bleedin' knife
For those who are always fightin'
..Cease to realize that they are also agin'
Evil scorns beneath the skin..
..Truth tangles throwin' the mind into a spin
Run fast and fly away high between the sun and moon..
..For hatred and power lurk around and boom into a typhoon
Souls and hands filled with gold turn in to lives being sold
..Lies told with faces straight leave all cold
One more cup of wine and a thousand drops behind
..Money ain't leaving us with nothin' but just makin' us all blind
So where are we headin' don't ask for leads
..No one's ever true for we all have our misdeeds
The wind is still cryin' and the sun is still burnin'
..Don't be conceited and live without yearnin'
Ray Gonsalves
Poetry by Ray Gonsalves
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Written on 2009-05-08 at 03:27
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