dreamer
i like to burn
he said,
pictures burst
and consume
the answer is within
and there is only
seconds
between me and free
he said, see
all the world is at stake
and i know the difference
dont let me go
any farther
my blood is on fire
and the swarm
is the answer
banter from closing fists
all alone
the blood was on fire
and roses tipped
unto the floor
stinging love isnt war
walk for my
blood is on fire
walk the wire and
wander why tired
This poem was written by ralph rodriguez on Aug 17, 2008.
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