Saturday, August 22, 2015

Above the Noise


Above the Noise

Above the noise, below the toys
I see beyond horizons
Inside my head, the background's red
I try to keep the lights on

While purple haze goes on for days
the rhyme's the first to go
I watch TV and drink green tea
to await the best-of-show

The talk of war outside my door
will never cause me harm
but feed the poor and you're a whore
Forget you bought the farm

I've always seen the world between
a rock and the place of hard
Rewind to the start, refuse to lose heart,
and rely on the mind of the bard

Billy Radd
Asheville

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