M Y - P O E T R Y

Blue Apple Dream.

Blue apples on my mighty tree,
Pink paper on which i write my dreams,
A followed man down passage dark,
It re-occurs, like an eternal spark.
A spark in my head, it's circulating,
Round and round, my mind is breaking!
Like china plate thrown to the floor,
I'm a dirty cheap and worthless whore,
I don't know how this came to be,
Perhaps it's the apples upon my tree,
From the day the grew blue, 'til now it doth seem,
That this tree holds my life and controls all my dreams!
But i write them all down, on paper, bright pink,
It's time that i stop... but just you have a think!
About the illusions that your mind brings to be,
Like all my blue apples upon my mighty tree.

©1997 Insanity Inc. ©1997, black heart. H.Luck.

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A short disclaimer :
It has been known for people to take offense to my poetry...
And think i'm a twisted black individual... who is arrogant and distasteful...
This is not true (well, for the most part!) and if you do find anything i write offensive,
please, please don't write to me and tell me, or complain.
As a poet, i have poetic licence! :) ... i'll write what i want,
and if you don't like it... Don't read it!!! :)


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