The Root Of All Evil
By Mark Spencer...
A World on Fire
Full of life...
I see your face before me,
like a map I drew myself...
No one hears me
I am pushed around...
It is what it is
whats done is so very absolutely done...
My life is not perfect
it's just like the rest...
Rulers are like hearts they are made to be broken
Words are like laws they are made to be spoken...
Life is but the fleeting dream of a passing...
death is as ephemeral as the sun...
The way one feels
Is the way one remains...
Some say a poem is supposed to rhyme
Though many don’t every time...
I write so that I may live;
live beyond the smothering cocoon...
how open can your mind be?
when words are suspect to spin...