Poems from Cameronfelt
Dry sands,
Rythm booms,
Creative sloons,
Excess brooms.
Writing till the beat drops non-stop
at the top of my hat, where the weather's lead...
I scream out to find my own voice.
I can't even find my self.
This pain inside is almost too real.
As the void grows deeper in my mind....
Searching,
Never knowing,
always finding
the Truth.
Knowing,
Always searching,
never finding,
Never Knowing.
They say, give up.
I say never let yourself down,
and cause
this stress;
That you burden your body with.
When the world let's you down,...
There's a whisper in the wind
patient, waiting to get through.
Gears twist a hand-- turning,
for moving is what is was made to do.
As time...