Fusion
He was hardly without vice
Beat women, blew cocaine
He was a true black genius
We won't see his like again
Hear the album Jack Johnson
Paean in a universe of black
The travails of a champion
Ring-craft his violent knack
Johnson brushed with cops
Neither of them were saints
Human pixels amid the mix
In the picture destiny paints
The albums are his ...
Monday 12th October 2020 10:48 am
Fusion
By: Ali Taha Alnobani
He was lying on the grass
Looking carelessly at his watch
He needs to relax
But a voice is slamming his head:
Tick … tick
Seems saying: life is just a trick
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He took a picture out of his pocket
Ripped into small pieces
Paths and routs
Plants and shoots
Telling the happiness rare story
About the unlucky traveler
...
Tuesday 5th March 2013 12:00 pm
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