Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

22 Jan 2011

A Mind In A Park

The mind is a hive man, you just can't hide
The mind is a dive man, a hollow pride and then

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Filled with the system, the man, uncle Sam
And the gap is getting wider, the rift needs to shift

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We're going backwards, in our progress. . . man
not talking technology or plastic bits of future waste

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I mean to be free from the grind, to claim back time man
To slow the pace, to turn the race man, into a leisurely stroll

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A walk in the park man, a talk in a mind man, a mind in a man
A park in a man, a walk in a man, a mind in a park man, a mind in a park.

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Clock into reality, even when it's dark man, we need to find the light
We need light man, we need light, if we can't see the wick, man
if we can't see the wick, if only we could see the wick man.

3 comments:

Reads like literate rap music. A f'real beat to this, man...
 
Thanks Mark, it is a beat poem, so I can see why you would think that.

I would like to collaborate with musicians to provide lyrics, at some point in the near future. So if any Musicians read this and would like to Team-up, then please drop me a line.
 
nice...this does have a great beat to it...nicely played man...
 

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