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Jul 05, 2010
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recipe for disaster
before
I dig a hole
big enough to fit inside the world
of my conception,
I follow a recipe for disaster
I disassociate myself
from the whirlwind of thoughts and
form myself into an opinion
inside a ball
I roll into oblivion
into the dung pile,
a scarab beetle of indecision
my home on my back
my pile of shit,
looming larger than life
my work never done
though the sun
still seems to rise
and the moon has phases
to go through...
and a whole lot of nothing still happens
quicker than an eye can blink
on the last train to Paradise.
I dig a hole
big enough to fit inside the world
of my conception,
I follow a recipe for disaster
I disassociate myself
from the whirlwind of thoughts and
form myself into an opinion
inside a ball
I roll into oblivion
into the dung pile,
a scarab beetle of indecision
my home on my back
my pile of shit,
looming larger than life
my work never done
though the sun
still seems to rise
and the moon has phases
to go through...
and a whole lot of nothing still happens
quicker than an eye can blink
on the last train to Paradise.
— Kailashana, Jul 05, 2010
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Dennis Go
16 years ago
Great!
Kailashana
16 years ago
I could say something but I
judyanne
16 years ago
xxxxx
Kailashana
16 years ago
Lol. I wrote the poem on
shirley harrison
16 years ago
wonderful!
Kailashana
16 years ago
Well, you can be all you can
shirley harrison
16 years ago
i can send you my boyfriend
Seren
16 years ago
Dearest ~
scribbler
16 years ago
recipe
Nordic cloud
16 years ago
Ann of NorwayOh Anna sister
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