Simply thought to be a master piece life was only a rough sketch


eyes of insight

Perception please o please perspective
Bring me home so I have a place to hang my head
Enormous tasks at hand are out the park
To much for souls to embark
Realese let loose the age of real
To fake to feel filled with numb
I hate to say societies dumb
how do ecosystematic problems resolve
Do we dissolve into the earth
The answer is the solution
Rubbed raw from pollution
Mask it though so we are blind forever
Can't see it ur not clever
Assist me as I lift into another realm
Days are almost gone its on
Quite suttle calm fire colums are the glory of pain
Rage repeat come on rage the street repeat
Please can I get a reciept for my satisfaction
dimiss into the perfect destruction
Leaves u wonderin what?




Poetry by cory Crook
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Written on 2009-10-01 at 08:02

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