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Do you still remember the days when we were seated in a class.
Back then when we did a lot of foolishness and man it was a blast.

Can you recall all the stupid things that we once did.
Those epic moments when the teachers hated us, almost kicking us off the grid.

Do you remember that we used to have a crush on someone within the same room.
The one that looks like an angel and seems to always be in bloom.

Do you remember when we played tricks on the girls.
Then they would come back at us for vengeance while in skirts and making twirls.

Do you remember when we skipped classes so we could go for a stroll.
We were like rockers who are always ready to roll.

We used to climb the roof and goof around.
Used to cheat on our quizzes and still we hit the ground.
There's a quiet murmuration
Of figments of my imagination
Dreams and broken notions
Feelings and emotions
Swirling and rearranging
Into ever-changing shapes in my mind

There are absent gods and howling dogs
And the broken backs of the poor
While jugglers perform tricks with wealth
As nobody seems to care anymore
Amidst marching boots as children shoot
And hope lies dead on the floor

There seems to be a ghost somewhere
Wandering high in purple mountains
And low in deep green valleys
And this roaming soul may well be
A kind of long lost truth
Inside my hidden mind

                               By Phil Roberts
Varying in character, wisdom and in some other things that we inarguably bare.
And our individual attitudes are as different as the things that we like and care.
Lo us, a clique that no one can break or tear.
United in camaraderie and with every bit of compassion to spare.
Empathetic to one another when the only color there is to see is blue.
Some times we fight but we get reconciled in a few.

Older as we may grow and wiser we may become.
For all as we know, we are still children longing to play under the sun.

Forward we march to greet every new day.
Residing in our hearts is a forged unity that even death cannot slay.
Insatiable are the desires that within us may grow.
Enthusiastic'ly we float to where the water flows.
Neat smiles and laughters that are photographed in our cerebral nodes.
Dancing under the moon and the bright sun as if our hearts could explode.
Scenic moments that are framed within our heads.
Hangs in all of our memories like a spider's thread.
If time ages us and someday we all just fade.
Put your hand on your heart and remember the oaths and promises that we have made.
Sought by many is I that both have the essence of power and fulfillment in my name.
Up the ladder everybody climbs, so that I could be obtained.
Countless failures are faced before I am reached.
Cruel are the lessons in the loses that to you I get to teach.
Every step of the way I will send you a hardly passable obstacle.
Strive hard to climb every wall, every barricade and every hurdle to get to my pinacle.
Stop at nothing, fear none and one day you may have me, for I am the most seek crucible.
Jerusalem is the place where he grew.
Entrusted with a burden to save humanity and to walk with jews.
Satan tempted him ones to abandon his task.
Unto the night he prayed to the father till morning and dusk.
Son of "God" as we have come to call him.

Crucified on the cross with blood all over his skin.
He defied death when the third day came.
Rose from the dead and humaniy was reclaimed.
In "Bethlehem" he was born in a manger.
Shone a light for three royal strangers.
This is "HE" the king of kings, when he was born the angels descended from heaven and they came to sing.
Fear me for those who have too much of me tend to lose self control.
Repeating their inappropriate actions in multiple ways, that they get thrown in the hole.
Even those who are in shackles its me they aspire.
Everyone around them suffers once I am acquired.
Discipline is out of the question when in people's hands I am obtained.
Only in death they wait for then I will be trully attained.
My meaning is worthless to many when I am awfully stained.
Juviniles are those who are seated on the side of the law.
United by their appointmet in power with their claws scratching their flaws.
Some look angelic while hiding their demonic side.
These devils are in office with no rules to abide.
In liberty they speak to you with elegance.
Corrupting your taxes, so called democrats and republicans.
Every one is not safe from their hunger of power and their arrogance.
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