Your Native Tongue

February 25, 2010
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You speak with such style
Articulant fron the roof of your mouth
It takes a new breed to speak.

But, its absense from my ears
brings me ease.
I've been hearing you cackle for too long.

Bitterness in the elivery
and sudden death with you sting,
your native language...

speaks nothing to me.
Hearing the vile dose each morning,
reading your tongue with the everyday rerun.

It takes a new breed to speak.
having anger, hate, and aggression as your collar.
Watching you makes me remember...

I don't hear what you can't deliver
and I can't respond if you're never silent.
A bleeding tongue of lies is your first language.

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Milo! said...
Mar. 10, 2010 at 3:39 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
TheDreamer replied...
Mar. 15, 2010 at 8:55 am
will do thanx
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