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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\"         Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1168 days Last activity: 1168 days |
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He marches forward into the destruction and flame A lone soldier with a rifle in his hand His friends are dead His enemies are dead Now his only friend is his Wood and metal gun What kind of friend shoots your problems away Instead of confronting them? Not a friend of mine. Alone Again What happened the the love we shared? Has it slipped away into oblivion Like so many teardrops in the rain? Is this what you needed Or what you wanted? I won't stop you as you walk away If it brings back reminders of the past You're going to leave me alone again But that's alright Because I've grown used to being alone Again. Puppet How can you tell me how to think How to act How to live And tell me what drives me And gives me purpose? I am not your puppet, made to dance On strings made of lies and deceit I will not play your game At least, not until You pull my strings again. At Home Again The sun shines on the meadows Of green And gold And brown The long bristles of the wheat Sway in the breeze Like in those old 1940's movies I wish I could go back there And revisit my memories of that place But I can't, because It is no longer my place to go to Would it be wrong? Would I be breaking the rules To revisit memories of old once more? No one gave me a notice Or a fax Or an Email So I walk into the fields again And smell the wheat and grain and barley I smile contently and reasure myself As the memories wash over me like a flood And I feel at home, again Problems with Sand Sand gets everywhere Coarse and dry and itchy Why would anyone want to live in a place Filled with sand? In places built upon it People fight And kill And attack everyone else Could it be that They are envious Of our soft green grass And refreshing rain? I sure would be, as well If I lived in Iraq. He Felt the Same It doesn't seem to cease The wars and the lies That shroud the people's eyes And blind them to the truth The truth that drives people mad: We don't need to fight and kill and hurt It's become a way of life A way of making us who we are In this crazy, messed up world Full of bigotry and hate I wish I could change it But I can't What can one man do For the greater good of the world? I'm sure Martin Luther King Felt the same way. Blind Man One man wears dark glasses But cannot see the sun His eyes are always open But he cannot watch his dog play He does not steal Nor does he kill or rape He is kind Another man wears contacts And can see the sun And can watch his dog But he beats his wife and kids And steals, and is always in jail Tell me: Which man Is really blind? (Last edited by Thor on 06-18-07 10:52 PM) |
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