Beantown
By: heretic (Aashish Dutta Koirala)
April 21, 2007 | Join the discussion (3)
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Good old scotch flowing through my veins
Free and alone I walk across the river
Gusts of wind as it snows and it rains
They numb my skin and make me shiver
In the horizon I see two giants stand tall
I'm in their shadow wherever I wander
The company of strangers doesn't seem so at all
As the train tracks roar with thunder
As the bar tap turns sweet haven I find
I see the fallen angels dancing around
My lights start to fade, bliss on my mind
I really love losing myself in Beantown
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I think you have studies Geeta to some extent. Or it is in your blood. I can smell Geeta in this poem. Ot is this Scotch effect? Or is this frustration after tricky codes? Or is this homesick? Or is this happiness?
Geeta - the Geeta Lover.
By: Geeta | April 22, 2007 09:01 AM
Wazzup dawg.. Haven't read your blog for a long long time, thought you died or sth.. Yo man, I've got a complain to make.. at least Keep your blogs coming for pete's sake.. I like to read your controversial yet tad bit Satirical or maybe just plain satanic blogs. Have you visited 100words.com? Its a nice site where the authors write what happened to them in 100 words.. pretty awesome like your awesome blogs..
Love and Respect
Dino
By: Dino Shrestha | April 29, 2007 11:43 AM
Amazing poem!!
By: ♥Akriti Panthi♥ | April 29, 2007 05:21 PM