DONE

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    DONE

    I am done saying that I am sorry.
    I am on a different flight to that green galactic light not yet quite within my reach as I stand here alone trying to preach these wise words of wisdom yet still sounding so dumb and they all laugh.
    Stop and look into my eyes, and then tell me why I cry.
    A million years from now when I am on top of my own world looking down on those who went before me making mental notes and putting speech to a beat that I can flow to Follow me now...
    Into the realm of unconscious, It's not a coincidence, it's a lock of circumstance That's gotten me this far or is it that I was born out of Hate and Greed Yes indeed
    Follow me now as the deaf lead the blind while my mind is on the grind.
    Let's take a second to stop and rewind... ask yourself how could this be that this female in front of me is saying a lot trying to pop and lock her words and they drip off the tip of her tongue and onto paper follow me now...
    That's why they hate her.
    Follow me now into deep-seated anger and frustration stand in a puddle of sorrow and forget that all your own troubles will be back tomorrow and all you really only have is yourself to blame as the rain falls violently and driving us all insane.

    ~~~~~~Angela Stylz~~~~~~

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    poetheart87 commented on DONE

    07-23-2009

    This was so heart touching. You are a wonderful poet. You convey your messages so wonderfully and I always feel like I can relate to you. Keep writing. can't wait to read more.

    Nadia1986 commented on DONE

    07-08-2009

    It's true all of it is true most people in the world just don't get it at all they don't see what is really in front of them.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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