NOTHING EXTRAORDINARY.....A Poem by MS. BAByWHEN RAGE ISStreams of it pouring pouring from every which a way..... Daily bread being begged.... The inside of the rebel trying to prove to the self, that it can become healed It can become contained It will survive the threat of unseen mayhem Connections severed from past regeneration Forming a duality that continues to issue forth commands Pathways of intricate hostility road map the planes of the hidden agenda Benevolence Why does such a beautiful word look ugly and gruesome Making for illness and obstruction of thought? The Killing fields are ripening..... Shall I force the harvester from the fields... OR Shall I prepare wine for the aftermath.... BABy(c)2011 © 2011 MS. BAByReviews
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