| My Poetry |
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| Genetic Fallout I may be mistaken but mistakes breed solutions. and I may be imperfect but solutions breed perfection. I've got bundles of nerves underneath this muscle and I've got a mind that only has one thing in mind. I've got useless devices used for feeding and I've got a body created from mistakes. It may sound odd but I'm oddly comfortable with my plight and it may seem strange but I'm strangely comfortable being me. I've got bundles of nerves underneath this muscle and I've got a mind that only has one thing in mind. I've got useless devices used for feeding and I've got a body created from mistakes. "Copyright" 2003 Adam Cooper |
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| Black hole Hold me tight, I'm losing grip. It's pull is strong, as empty as it is. I cannot see what lies beyond, though I've ventured in before. Be my eyes, I fear that I may trip. It's sucking all the light I see, and hiding my own shadow. I've forgotten my reason for reason. What the hell, I may as well. Let me go my cautious friend, It'll be okay. I'm sure. I see nothing but its purity. Once I'm in, the freshness wares off fast. I've walked this road and tried the paths, but they all end as abrupt as the last. These dead-ends have renewed my memory. You look so different when given time and now I have you back. Your blanket of lies is fading, and I see you for the black-hold you've always been. "Copyright" 2002 Adam Cooper |