tibetan monks that lit themselves on fire, french revolutionaries who had to see change, ridiculously starved spiritual leaders in poorly off countries who fast for spiritual cleansing, and such. from my friend's culdesac to my house, (explanation of

from millbank, on.

empty footsteps on a frozen street,                                                                                                                  lead no revolutionary path, my friend.

march on, cause-less rebel,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   alone.

[no entertwining of hands here,                                                                                                                                                                                                                           we are just dreamers, ex-                                                                                                                                          lovers with a plane to catch.]

STOP. red, yellow, green -- "go."

car talks teach more truth through                                                                                                           modern-day enflamed prophets.

Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 14:49

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I like this z.
dreamers need fellow dreamers to help accomplish their dreams.

Excellent thoughts. well-structured!

Zoya Zaidi
An excellent piece of work, dear Zak!
(((Hugs for the beuaty!)))
Love, Zoya