benjamin bueno


The Drums Of War - Poem by benjamin bueno

The drums of war. Sleeping with sirens. Reping the cage. Megaphone. Cringing paranoia. Im the man who came up with this poem. Im the one to take the turn. Courage invites critics. Forests of the spirits. Man is free. Men drown. And i alone escape. Where the real jungle began. Where the rubber meets the road. Fortune favors the brain. Valley of the giants. In the future of awesome. Silk on a skeleton. Please don't embarass me. This is all i've ever known. In the quiet town. The magic was in him the whole time. Burning that midnight oil. In the Death of your empire. You cant get blood out of turnup.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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