12-17-2007, 06:58 AM
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LOL BEAT POETRY
Smoke. Always smoke.
How long now, has the addiction held?
Years? Months? He no longer knows.
Time means nothing, in this winter-gray, western sky.
Direction is lost, sense of purpose is lost.
Here and now.
Only the here and now.
He found the man in the snow,
A madman bum, more scars then skin;
Red-eyed, tattered, broken.
They could have been brothers.
White on gold,
White on black,
White on white.
They are living artifacts,
And here they mean nothing.
One hand moves,
And a broken, dark knight goes to war.
Smoke. Always smoke.
How long now, has the addiction held?
Years? Months? He no longer knows.
Time means nothing, in this winter-gray, western sky.
Direction is lost, sense of purpose is lost.
Here and now.
Only the here and now.
He found the man in the snow,
A madman bum, more scars then skin;
Red-eyed, tattered, broken.
They could have been brothers.
White on gold,
White on black,
White on white.
They are living artifacts,
And here they mean nothing.
One hand moves,
And a broken, dark knight goes to war.