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Mr Mojo Risin May 2014
I choose to live in past thoughts.. For the future you are not there. This world has no home for me.. This future can only be sare. Past memories of bright times and Exuberant places. This Future world full of grey color and shaded faces. The future oh i canny see.. For the past you are my home.. There's no future for me... In the past I choose to rome.
Mr Mojo Risin May 2014
Jim Morrison

Good-bye America
I loved you!
Money from home
Good luck
Stay out of trouble
Mr Mojo Risin May 2014
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No poem no name.. Love is a fantasy love is a game.
Mr Mojo Risin May 2014
Open your mind, to a world full of dreams. Open your mind to the seduction of devils and fiends. Where no moonshine reflects on the darkness from below, where the sun never comes from the darkness to ever say hello. Where no hope is conceived.. For we fear to give birth.. Here the people that walk upon the earth. Where no god is cast.. To afraid to be made. The purpose of a god makes us an emotional slave. No sorry seen.. No graves for fallen men. The word of a poet,that borders on song. Tells of men and women who's body's are gone. That gave us there life! So we shall live. in a land without hope, A land without dreams. Democracy it dies or did it ever exist? In a world so blinded and shrouded in mist. This world of our own.. Is that which I speak. This world of our own is black and it's bleak. Try and find your sun and hold on if you can. Because In this godless world salvation isn't the plan. Enjoy your life,That's all that you get.Have no fear.. Have no regret.
Mr Mojo Risin Feb 2014
Human nature is programmed to hate thy brother , to destroy thy friend , to seek war untill the earth reaches it's end . To ensure peace can never be or love is never felt , to ensure freedom is just a word lying on the lips of the poor people who cry for help . To send an unknown warrior to his unknown grave , to put on the persona that they care about the nameless brave. families torn from heart to heart . The country it's self seems to fall apart . War is money , it's good business in the eyes of the one in control, retreat is no option , stay untill the last drops is the goal . Only the few with peace in the heart stand unite , against the tyrant that stands sending more inn by the cover of night. No too war it's too much killing , give the cowards the love too start the healing . Make a grave for the unknown solider , your life decieded by fools of a higher being , unite the world and stop the killing
Mr Mojo Risin Feb 2014
If my love for you was but a rose you would be the petals that surround my heart.. never to wilt nor never to peal.. in love throughout time until the world isn’t real. If my love for you was but a bird.. it would sing the sweetest tune.. to sing all through the daytime and to carry on to the moon. If my love was but a lonely fish.. It would swim throughout your ocean.. swim all through the summer waves.. and drink you as my potion. If my love was but an arrow long shot throughout the sky.. I would fly all day until the time I saw you flashing by. But my love for you is something more.. more beautiful than any tune..  more beautiful than the rose and more beautiful than the moon. My love you are my future standing here today.. take my hand and do not fear am not so far away. And as you take your place beside me always know one thing.. the rest of our life awaits us by the placing of this ring.. upon you to stay there for all time.. to just say I do my love means you’ll always be mine. And as we look back in time fondly at this place..always know that you my love I never can replace.
Mr Mojo Risin Nov 2013
Forever 27. Forever you are free. Forever 27. Nothing else to fear. You've saw your youthful end.. It past you with our tears. You've lived the life of rock and roll.. Always to excess. But nothing lasts forever. Even the living must face it's death. Forever 27.. Forever young forever gone. Forever 27 living through poem and it's song. Forever 27.. Graffiti graves and sorrow. Why at 27? Your world never seen its tomorrow. Forever 27 nothing left but words and dreams.. Goodbye at 27 rocks kings and it's queens.
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