Defending the definition. A premonition to it all.

by Jamparnell   Apr 6, 2014


Old Noble life.
What a dream, where dreamy eyes still linger.
I try to hold my pointing finger.
Anointing my old life with my new.
I try to not misconstrue the red with the blue.
Pardon means to fade.
I question it all.
Where is the cutting blade, the blue bouncing ball.
Hold new bounds as I round the mental institution.
My mind will soon fade as I write the new constitution.
True blue means nothing new.
ponder that fact as I tactically place myself in a new position.
Red means we'll all be dead soon.
solution to the end.
Wont you help me?
Help me to defend.

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  • 9 years ago

    by DarkLight

    Good.

  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I really like this piece. It is origional and very well written. Nice write :)