Rebel

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  • Infect
  • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

Rebel

Make no mistake,
I'm a rebel of true color.
Step on over here,
look at it from my angle brother.

Derived in a city of the damned,
off the coast, in the land of the free.
Raised rough, trained proper,
using more than my eyes to see.

I shake my head at thier predjudice,
some times even laugh at thier drama.
If you work by me, then your my brother,
hold your head high, keep strong to your honor.

And yup, I've been known to fall,
felt the rush, and the slap as I landed on my face.
Yet I'll always stand back up, dust off and grin,
just to stand by these strange beings, in this place..

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Musicmynded1 commented on Rebel

03-09-2010

Really like the riff,,,,,,,, especially see with more than my eyes

Tinytree commented on Rebel

02-18-2010

well said. You have written what I feel. We rebels do survive.lol

earthly commented on Rebel

02-01-2010

so many of us rebels are also poets-ya-stand back up and keep on going-nice

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Infect’s Poems (28)

Title Comments
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Digging it 0
Distance eternal 4
Monster versus memory 2
Rebel 3
Pale stars 3
Two Hearts 1
Made of 1
Blood on the moon 2
Rivals 4
The dark of your abscence 0
Your mountain 4
That feeling 1
Storm of daybreak 0
A dream of mercy 0
Contagious ramble 1
Land of the heart 3
Recieving the given 1
In between 3
Rant of the long hair 2
Senses 2
Loss of sight 0
logic in light 0
Fragment of a southern man 3
Molly Cantranks 4
Small Windows 5
Into life 2
Seperate ways 4
A scene from the street 6