I do not believe
in color schemes
not white
nor red & blue
Only what
my pen to paper bleeds
is what I consider true
I cannot recognize
what psychics see
but I know my past
is void of eyes
and does not make the future me
I do not swear by
what the christians say
but I've seen angels fly
both night and day
I cannot affirm
what the muslims claim
in turn I see it all
as the same ball,
same chain
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 7:19 AM UTC
I do not believe
in color schemes
not white
nor red & blue
Only what
my pen to paper bleeds
is what I consider true
I cannot recognize
what psychics see
but I know my past
is void of eyes
and does not make the future me
I do not swear by
what the christians say
but I've seen angels fly
both night and day
I cannot affirm
what the muslims claim
in turn I see it all
as the same ball,
same chain
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