Zion's Tribe

Discussion in 'Hippies' started by Sezz, Oct 23, 2005.

  1. Sezz

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    This is a piece I wrote while traveling with Family. Crank up some tunes and enjoy!

    A tiny mote of particle dreams shows relief to the overstated and overused. A celebratory design sends Zion through Babylonian borders of contempt.

    Puddles
    * Wandering about with the weight of the world upon his shoulders. With a heavy heart and a gentle voice that soon gives way to confrontation, he sits upon his self-appointed throne. Issues stir crisis for the tribe that knows nothing lasts forever.

    Jay
    *Born different, a seeker with afflictions finds acceptence and not mercy. Wise to the many miles of roads less traveled, he comforts himself with more afflictions. Always set apart by difference, he hides. Enlightened by love both past and present, he follows the currents of dismembering escapes only to find himself at the dead end. A tribe set apart is brought together for endearing circumstance.

    Senna
    *Careless thoughts of youth flood a life that was held back by the institution of society. Melon collie and apathy create boredom and instill hostitlty as a form of companionship. His thoughts are bright and deep in a wide perception.
    Possibilities of a life once known, has the tribe truly grown?

    Crackhead Geoff

    *Up to the north, and across in the east, dreadful and mesmerizing lies the white beast. Cooked from a can or copped from a man...decandent afflictions surround. Gave up youth but fought to stay alive...injected and smoked...barely alive. Don't do it and please do it with me. Bright though his soul once was...he wants us all to do what he does. He burned his hand and thought he'd stop...but too late after the cop. Hard around Zion we all fall down. The tribe found hard in many a town.

    Sezz(me)
    *In depth perceptions mask a feeling of instability. Looking out for others and never himself, profound exceptions of right and wrong. Straining against the grain, slowly growing insane from a malpractice of unclean memories.to the sun his eyes do wave. wax the tide and never hide imagination founding his soul and saddness dwells but is rarely embarked upon. This tribe produces energy that can move planets. If that's a bad thing or good thing, remains to be seen.
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    Anybody want to adopt me?
     
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