Memories I got up Like an early morning bird Chirped on the memories of last night Before I peck on todays turn of memories I am my own platoon,regiment My own army My own pistol I execute,fight my battles alone Arbitrate ,agree,disagree And self incarcerate. There is hope As long as the sun hangs on the centre and obstruce Before it goes on its knees and sink in the seas. I will put todays memories in one bag Some crash with fantasies of the night, Gets lost As they were hosted by lost fantasies In the epilepsy of hallucinations. Time to go down memory lane James Makina 15/03/2014
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 07:27:05 +0000
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