Red Tangents

Red. . . a good color; Tangents. . . an intresting pastime

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Location: Midwest, United States

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Squawking birds

This funny game we all play
The turns the twists
pain and gain
love and hate
A flock of over-loud
raucous-pointless babble
this social game is a tangle
of politics on a personal level
nods meaning no
shakes meaning yes
Our true meaning only we know
we wish so hard they could understand
the being that we are.
But,
What if our truth isn't good enough?
we are afraid of others thoughts
or are we really just scared of
ourselves?

1 Comments:

Blogger Hannah M. said...

sweet shit, man!

...and by that I mean, of course, loverly poem you've got there:)

Saturday, April 01, 2006 12:30:00 PM  

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