timothy mercurio Poems

how is the world possible for one to see when there is so much pullution for that i can see, we live in a world a world of decieve when at all possible for that when america says the world is mine and there i had mine atleast i have proved to be more moved when i find american lies that threads on pollution and makes me to see something i can not see for a 3rd world view on what do i believe china is not a 3rd world! omg i believe i have fought my way to haze of misguidings and possible deniabilty's i there for stand on the front line of my self which lies in a crate of lies why is this possible where so many are hurt and misjudged all because they are not rich or elected why do i have to take this and all their corrupted ways.

i lived in a hole that when i was found there was nothing left but a spit of a soul.
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i once was disabled to not to be able to discover a light for that i can knight!

i once fell down to something thats brown what can i see i dare not believe!
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an act of humor as i gazed apon this here pledge
i have seen nothing but an object before me, as i gazed apon this here bowl as i wash away the feeling's from with in, to a dirty water from my witts to be dropped with a splash as i curl enother one out as to i might just pass out.
i thought to my self as to what it maybe how much filling could one person hold.
this log like object floats towards me as i star gazed into it i see the yellow green and brown its a ship alas' i see me true self, beyond the waves that recall once the open well!
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this is not a poem, as you can obviously see! .
i am not at all in my rights to discredit or condone
a purpose that follows once my fingers touch the keys
i can lie in wait on every date
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