8.31.2011

arivaca poems = my turn it burns

as i sit here in tourment
my passions lay dorment
my dreams are premature
yet there affect will be sure
when the time it turns
my turn, it burns,
my heart it yearns

my words: held back just @ the lips
my future lays just beyond these finger tips
specializing in social elite
in love with everysecond of every person i meet

This love of society's noise
playing these boys like lil toys
a hopeful idea a cultural world churns
that's ignorance (please people learn)

 when the time it turns
my turn it burns
my heart it yearns


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