im working on a new piece calls Passive hopefuly if all goes soon and i can get some work done on it ill have it up very soon 

Another Poem by Me

The timmer shows 10 the man beging to grin
Hes time is comming to an end but not without him to concent
The rope around his nake the stool beneath his feat.
Snap, crack hes feet dangle oh so beautifly.
But notice this my dear chiled he did not dye in pain.
A smile set on his face when he left this wreched place.

The children sit and watch to see such a sight.
Not every day does a man dye upon your eye.
Look here you see the bomb not has stuck three 
So we must all indead watch and see what could have become of us
my dear chiled just watch.

When the bomb get around to three you will then see that it will be time for us to go.
But do not fret for ill bet you will see us when the ground lay thick with snow.
Bam and a flash there where out of my sight.
The man and the onders kids.
But for the man hanging from my cealing you must understand they left here to flow.

A dyeing mans wish like that of a kids 
is to do what he wants to do
and go with the man he did not want 
so he hung himslef and just let go
and now he swings too and frow

Hello all, this is the poem i did at the poetry slam.

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around the clock

60, 60, 24
everyday counting down one more

gimmie, gimmie, gimmie
takle what i want then take more

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around the clock

dropping like flies
to our own lies

another mother cries
her son wont come home

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around the clock

in our heads killing us
killing ourself with our own wants

not more sun 
the moon has fallen

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around the clock

eating away
at the lives we have made

and all we remeber is 
there still fighting there still dying

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around the clock

faster faster 
like a top

the bodies line the street
death floats in the air

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around the clock

bombs in the air
bombs on the ground

laouder louder 
when will it stop

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around the clock

liek the hands of a clock 
our world strikes 12

ending our time 
as out lives fall down

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around the clock

a painful truth 
we are living proof

our world has gone black 
there is no turning back