blakmista

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I grabbed ahold of the sunshine

But I couldn't feel the heat.

I shouted out to life

But I got whipped instead.

I beat the drums of love

But it soon became hate.

I broke all of my pity-pots

But they regrouped once more.

I patted myself on the back

But I fell down.

I winked at the Moon

But it turned to blood.

I massaged the spirit

But it got up and left me.

I bartered with time

But no deal was made.

I shook the Earth with prayer

But I received ziltch.

So I craved my God above

And I began to live.

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		after vision says: my poet, I love how you look at yourself and straighten yourself out poems by this commentor Time was not kind i ain't drunk two
		blakmista says: Thank you very much young man. Peace. poems by this commentor TIME WILL TELL RE-BORN blood, sweat, and tears...