"gundam" poems
Read a poem with no words, whispers cleaned the page and the drums bounce like dart nights of rage.
But that's only the beat, the flute was hot on a cool day, together my hands I pray.
As I listen to this page I think calm thoughts and laughter from nights of happiness.
It's like a rap I can only imagine would be as beautiful as valley fresh, imagine a light inside poverty, a dark mind lost to ones self, like space.
That piano so touchy, the beat so techno like gundam.
Bring it back again so I can reminisce and bring it to future days, and then puff and pass it to the present so it can,
so it can lead the way.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
History is much like an endless waltz,
The three beats of war, peace, and revolution
Continue on forever.
-Mariemaia Kushrenadam, Gundam Wing
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC