Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Poem from Boo

what does my world consist of!? well your facing it right
my son was tired of being the center of attention so he escaped in the night
no sweat, since then all i got is a cold heart thats seeminly empty
since the world had nothing to evolve around the grass was no longer green w/ envy
eyes still set on me?! pupils in search of the answer, yearning for truth
well since people were afraid to go out on a limb the trees returned to their roots
you wish to drink from the cup of knowledge, but that opportunity has diminished well
because my waters were tired of having ricks thrown at them they left us in a living hell
i see your thirsty, wanting nourishment for the seed planted in your faith
but it would seem that my scenic landscapes landed an escape
people come and go, but you dont jump the gun so its just you and me
which reminds me the wind no longer bullies me ever since i tried to shoot the breeze
what im gettin at is that your people view my world w/ the same glare
what if i wanted to mimic you!? picture me w/ a blank stare...

-my friend boocifer.... gosh damn..