Poetry Blogs (niels)
I'm For It (pre-chorus)
Crooked spines means a lot of questions remain
White lines sniffed by the babies going insane
Bed time for the little people on the train
Tracked out thoughts for every engineer's brain
Amtrak, east coast bound, New York and Maine
Subway transit as we underground the plain
Mountaintop mudslide slippin' down the drain
Rollin' with the cockroaches in dirt, flying with ...
Tuesday 5th June 2012 4:54 pm
Duties
Summer is starting to set in. Goals are being formed. We have made many in the past and failed to accomplish them. Achievements don't go unnoticed. Though, as we grow older, wiser, more dedicated to ourselves and others' involvement in our craft, we see a need for commitment. If we are setting goals for ourselves with a half assed ambition to finish them, then that is all we are left with. Diss...
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 5:46 pm
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