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A venomous vandle.

 

everyday im learnin

 

writing so hard finger tips are burnin

 

theirs so much cash i shud be earnin

 

the anger brings bad things back from ashes

 

with a venomous rage in my face it slashes

 

in the the back of my mind it stashes

 

all the bad memories then dashes

 

 

 

now its been lurking there for ages

 

releasing the venom in small stages

 

all around my mind there are smashed cages

 

sanity and rage making wagers

 

release these lyrics on a4 pages

 

 

 

smashing down the walls is a very small vandle

 

to many walls for this head to handle

 

my mind is melting like the bottom of a candle

 

im at the mercy of the venomous vandle.

 

by

 

Simon

 

 

let me know what you think of this lyric

its my sons i've put it on for him

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Simon,

 

Just like when a brand new candle is ignited, the flame flickers with indecision before deciding whether it will continue, or just die in a puff of smoke. With encouragement and willpower, the flame flourishes and continues to enlighten for as long as the laws of physics allow. So, in the same way, anyone who has the inclination to express his thoughts in poetry be encouraged.

 

I read it with enjoyment.

 

From a single spark!

 

IR 05/03/11

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