Refugee on rage.
I speak, I spoke, I revoke,
I try to resurrect and in the end direct.
To subjects you can connect.
I play with words.
I play with feelings.
The real life dealings.
We all try to obtain what we can’t posses.
I now realise why our lives are just a mess.
All these issues and all the stress.
But still we try relentless
Endless we try to get what we think we deserve.
Living our ignorant little lives.
Tell in others we just trying to survive.
It’s all a big lie.
pursuing material or status
can't maintain playing this crooked game.
We want everything if we think we will gain.
Read it over isn't it insane?
We receive and want more out of the store.
Money and all the shine
Topic it’s All Mine!
Becoming what we always fought.
Giving it up without a thought
Buying dreams in backdoor schemes.
Designer clothes seats at the front rows.
One might have money but still dies.
looking back at it most will cry.
Did it become what most wanted it to be?
Or was life one big shopping spree.
Try to understand life is more then reaching the demand.
None can’t bribe their inner self even with all the wealth.
( Een wat oudere valt misschien niet helemaal onder de noemer gedicht.Refugee is een oude schuilnaam van me dus vandaar de titel )
promise*: | Zondag, april 11, 2004 14:20 |
" Buying dreams in backdoor schemes " geweldige zin ;) Mooi geschreven.. |
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Zowi: | Zaterdag, april 10, 2004 23:20 |
Good, non-materialistisch :) | |
lady-manja: | Zaterdag, april 10, 2004 18:34 |
ga zo weer naar de kroeg maar reageer toch ff voordat ik straks weer 3 weken geen internet meer heb :'(. Nog niet allemaal gelezen maar zeer goed werk weer voor zover jochie, ga zo door :). Je bent lief :) you deserve a good kiss ;) (K):P Nog 2 weken :D Cheers! kus |
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Dark Sinner : | Zaterdag, april 10, 2004 12:04 |
Mooi geschreven!!!! Superr!! xus |
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Auteur: Cappy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: cartooneke | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 10 april 2004 | ||
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