Saturday, November 12, 2011



I Am Not the Same

as the sun protrudes into even the slightest crack of tomorrow
I can only sit and contemplate my next move
within each breath I exhale into a debacle of questions
a distinct notion that I live on the hopes I borrow

resist the temptation to allow fear to blindside your goals
but what’s your motivation when words become hollow?
shifting thru scars that got me here
but you’ll never really know .. a soul’s toll

you forget I see thru your lies .. because I open up my eyes
and engage not in your pain .. because I am not the same
I am the courage that you lack .. because hope’s got my back
the only one I trust is me .. because thru your lies I see

reclusively I view the way life taunts the weak hearts,
forgets the noble and encourages a destructive resolution
anticipating the rapture that your so called “book” speaks of
to end the tyranny that has left its mark

encircled by reality’s illusion of the so called American dream
delivered by crooked leaders in a falling nation
expect these feet to lead me away from those lies
forging thru the vast waste of hypocrites flowing up stream

you forget I see thru your lies .. because I open up my eyes
and engage not in your pain .. because I am not the same
I am the courage that you lack .. because hope’s got my back
the only one I trust is me .. because thru your lies I see

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell 

 

10 comments:

  1. nice...great voice through out...love what you did with the colors to accentuate...

    happy saturday!

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  2. Thank you Brian .. Kind of wrote this in song form so I wanted the chorus lines to stand out .. Thank you for takin the time to read my poetry!! .. Have a great weekend Brain!!

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  3. Brilliant, very evocative...

    "a soul's toll" - excellent!

    The rhythm caught me, made it much deeper, too!

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  4. encircled by reality’s illusion of the so called American dream
    delivered by crooked leaders in a falling nation

    it's worse than you imagine

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  5. in these words i smell rebelion and resistence... sometimes life stinks but when i smell someone saying FUCK YOU and writing and creating inspite of the shitstorm... i get fired UP^
    this smalls like roses to be...lets Kick some BUTT!!!!!! :)

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  6. you know on the second read the chorus is almost like a second voice to me...still like it much...some great lines...

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  7. Frickin' A!
    I know the journey of forging through a loved ones trail of lies. I know the pain endured by the infliction that led to the scars. I know the truth in these lyrics, so I can attest to the quality of this write. Excellent!

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  8. Definitely a good read and something I will favourite and read again.

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  9. I know how you feel. Miss you yo yo. More everyday. I should be an actress...

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