Friday, March 5, 2010

Burning Bridges

Burning fingers, burning bridges
Know your crime and do your time

You ain't a poet and you know it
Just a cheapster churning rhyme

There is anger but there is time
So bite the bullet and ask no dime

Keep walkin, keep walkin away
Coz after today you can't stay

You are bold, so you been told
But you see blackness in your soul

Burning fingers, burning bridges
Burning skies. The devil cries.

4 comments:

Prachee said...

Wow!
Reading this poem just burnt my eyes!
Sorry to be so flippant. It's actually a very very good poem. But what anger!

Xeuj B said...

Angry? Me? :)

Shyamanga said...

Boom! It's just wonderful...you keep writin 'ol boy...great!

Xeuj B said...

Hey thanks!kicked you liked it.. :)

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