#16

Blue magic;

A nickname for my aid.

Ingest enough and wait;

The memories will fade.

Smaller than a dime,

Enclosed and trapped inside.

Push down and turn,

Pop the top, relax, let them take you for a ride.

Blue magic;

A nickname.

Blue magic;

Removes subliminal stains.

Warning labels on the side,

Yet, pay them no mind.

The vacation you are after,

With Blue magic you will find.

Blue magic;

A nickname.

Blue magic;

My thoughts, its job to tame.

- December 3, 2007

#17

I pour my soul into these words,

Yet what do I get into return.

I receive no gratitude,

And for that I am perturbed.

I’ll stop writing all my thoughts,

A threat, yes it may be.

But really who would care if I,

Stopped writing my life, my tragedy.

Would you care?
Answer honestly, my feelings you cannot spoil.

Would you care?

If I stopped today, in the midst of my turmoil. 

- December 3, 2007

#18

All this writing, why?

All this sadness, cry.

All this murder, die.

Why is life this way?

Why can’t happiness stay?

Why must sadness always betray?

- December 3, 2007

#19

What is hate?

What is love?

Can emotion be defined?

Many questions I propose to you,

Yet few answers I will find.

Yes, I can hate and I can love,

From cupid’s arrow I may run.

But to love the one that hates you,

Is left easier said than done.

- December 3, 2007

#20

I write to you,

To make it through,

The hardship and the pain.

Yet, who is you,

And why am I,

Confiding in you all of these things?

- December 3, 2007

#21

The government doe not care,

About people like me.

I will strongly make that statement,

About the “land of the free”.

I know first hand about this,

I’ve tried to hold it in.

For fear that my objection,

Would mark me a bad American.

But something must change,

Something must happen fast.

Taxpayer’s dollars are frivolously spent,

While the average man is put last.

Write your local representative is what I’m told to do,

But do they even care?

Do they read the letters written?

Or do they just vanish in thin air?

Representatives are put in place,

To represent the masses.

Yet, how can I be represented,

By a bunch of pompous asses. 

- December 3, 2007

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Posted by tarhead 2007-12-29 23:21:46 thomas that was a great series. particularly liked 16 + Report this comment

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