Kicking Dirt

Tue, 07/08/2014 - 21:09 -- Vatier

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I was made from the dust
I am not young
I'm old as Everest 
I don't sidewalk
I street walk  
I don't lie in the grass
I tumble on the concrete 
I don't tell lies 
I write poetry 
I don't call her mother
I call her nature 
I hate t.v  
and talk to the Savior 
The sky isn't blue 
It's a hue
The color of music 
I hate that ra ra ra on the radio
it sounds like the devil talking
So I don't hear it
I prefer not to rhyme 
Cuz life isn't like that
I hate facts
But I love truth 
There's a difference 
I don't dance with time
I like right now
It's all that matters
I don't need sense
I need Amens 
Miracles happen by faith
Hallelujah 
I talk about heaven
I'll get there 
I hate to swear 
But can't help it
It's like wearing blue jeans 
It's like kicking dirt 
I cry sometimes for no reason
I need to remember to feel 
I hate skin 
I love color 
I like it when the sun shines
I like it when people hold hands
A man is not a man
He's a conquerer 
He's the friend, the foe, and the stranger
I hate I'm sorry 
Nobody means it 
I hate I love you
Everybody needs it
without it we're doomed to die
I don't try
I learn 
failure doesn't exist
I want bliss 
I want my childhood 
when a house was a home
and not money
I hate numbers 
but I am one 
177352 
To them I have no name
I take blame
No one ever taught me the difference 
I'm not living 
I'm breathing 
I'll live when I'm ready
1 2 3,
I'm ready 
It only takes a second
I'm not changing 
I'll change when I'm steady 
3 2 1 I'm steady 
I'm dying 
and I like it 
Forever is on it's way
Until then I'll be right here
making history, writing books,
Singing songs, kicking dirt. 

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