Poetry
 

 
"To dip ones pen into the rivers of time is to become immortaly remembered" -ME
 
 
   
 
 
Thoughts past used,
With sexual tension.
Addictions abused,
With excess intervention.

Yet it continues,
Without a pause.
So many views,
Of corrupted laws.

Thoughts so wrong,
With innocence plays.
Lusts a song,
That sex decays.

Heaven or Hell,
Why exist.
Don’t ask nor tell,
If your sanity’s missed.

-Zen 8/1/02

 

 
   
   

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