Wednesday, December 7, 2011

poem || Edward Nichols

Don't join the order
Head for the border
Yoy feel a tap on your shoulder
You're starting to feel colder
You begin to feel bolder
You begin to realize
you're a soldie
You begin to realize you" your a soldier
Figting for the legions
A helping hand

As the Hour Glass

slips away with sand
AS you hear the
The Warrior mARCH OF THE BAND

uNDER THE PREmices of the third eye

Stirring stars stranded on through the imaginary
fields orgone radiates

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