'Points of view.'
By blackheart
Resting on the point of view, That once was sent to me, Mulling this, And mulling that... (my life’s so black!), "Excuse me?", i’ve lost me hat. View the point of sale friend, It’s yellow gleamed and ribbon wrapped, Wanting this, And wanting that... (i burn bright black!), "Excuse you?", Come see my flat. A top a hill, a point aloft, A lightning rod with aimless views, Saying this, But talking crap... (See my sky so black!), "Excuse us?", Look, a cat. Feeding views on pointless slab, Seeing me walking in heather fires, Feeling large, Yet laying flat... (Soul seeking brain, be black!), "Excuse them!!!", My point of (you) view be blatant black. Take that! Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 10:29 PM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Resting on the point of view,..."