Keep looking back,
when I can’t move forward, I keep looking back.
The connection with how I speak
and how the words that follow
seem to not catch the dancing
and listeners that follow.
The crowd around this tribal
semi-circle hasn’t taken
the feathered trials
fitted on their fathers minds.
Whether they choose
not to embrace or to me disgrace
by forgetting their past
it familiarizes my identity.
But familiar curvatures
form complete circles,
overlapping or simply touching
we are all siblings of each other’s hold.
Whether the sun provides
more warmth here
or my skin appears pure, we still remain
within the same wars of existence.
I echo respect, you understand
because it simply translates.
Continue on, remember re-verse.
Keeping shades.
Positions block the light,
rather corner views of the night.
Keep looking back,
when I can’t move forward, I keep looking back.
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC
Keep looking back,
when I can’t move forward, I keep looking back.
The connection with how I speak
and how the words that follow
seem to not catch the dancing
and listeners that follow.
The crowd around this tribal
semi-circle hasn’t taken
the feathered trials
fitted on their fathers minds.
Whether they choose
not to embrace or to me disgrace
by forgetting their past
it familiarizes my identity.
But familiar curvatures
form complete circles,
overlapping or simply touching
we are all siblings of each other’s hold.
Whether the sun provides
more warmth here
or my skin appears pure, we still remain
within the same wars of existence.
I echo respect, you understand
because it simply translates.
Continue on, remember re-verse.
Keeping shades.
Positions block the light,
rather corner views of the night.
Keep looking back,
when I can’t move forward, I keep looking back.
journal.agdp © 2012-2013
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