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everyday's a new day
Created on 2006-03-03 03:42:06 (#9668401), last updated 2008-12-11
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Basic Info| Name: | per_spective |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1988-01-07 |
| Location: | 10941, New York, United States |
| Website: | a Poem a Day |
BioA new perspective on everything that once was, perspected.
How could you be the foolish type?
Faith is kept by land, waters, skies and their childs who walk a lonely mile.
Some are sharp and the others dull.
You could still lose a finger full of your life with the dullest knife.
I've got a dream- I'm a victim of the sun.
For those who don't believe their days are done.
Nature will win but we keep on fighting it.
All things will pass and fertilize their grounds,
So they keep on keeping on.
Whether I was ever here or not, life will grow and death will rot,
As we try to cut it down to size.
Human monuments will be destroyed by the things that grow,
From the soil underneath our only mortal feet.
Tree trunks feel some pain from the ax that chops them.
The wind of opportunity has a window that stops it.
Piles of stuff all over this land
Put there by foot and hand of human,
Who also takes through sand.
We should use those feet and hands to climb the trees around us,
Love on Mother Earth cause she's the one who grounds us.
And I've got that dream-
We're all victims of the sun.
How could you be the foolish type?
Faith is kept by land, waters, skies and their childs who walk a lonely mile.
Some are sharp and the others dull.
You could still lose a finger full of your life with the dullest knife.
I've got a dream- I'm a victim of the sun.
For those who don't believe their days are done.
Nature will win but we keep on fighting it.
All things will pass and fertilize their grounds,
So they keep on keeping on.
Whether I was ever here or not, life will grow and death will rot,
As we try to cut it down to size.
Human monuments will be destroyed by the things that grow,
From the soil underneath our only mortal feet.
Tree trunks feel some pain from the ax that chops them.
The wind of opportunity has a window that stops it.
Piles of stuff all over this land
Put there by foot and hand of human,
Who also takes through sand.
We should use those feet and hands to climb the trees around us,
Love on Mother Earth cause she's the one who grounds us.
And I've got that dream-
We're all victims of the sun.
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acoustic sing-a-longs, baking, bass, books, chalk pastels, chrome bags, drums, fondant, food, guitar, imacs, ink, macbooks, movies, music, oil pastels, permanent things., plays, scripts, short stories, the 90's, third eye blind, wii, writing, xbob 360
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