Submitted by Sheldon de Maps on Mon, 01/10/2012 - 12:16
I'll be gone before I even began, be torn before I was even sown, and be lost before I could be found.
Give me no helmet, no bulletproof, no boots. Defile gravity, find an armory and watch me shoot to the sky.
Africa I'll deposit your request for more rain with the gods of the clouds, Europe I'll try to stick that sunscreen on the sun's rays and America, maybe retrace Armstrong’s steps on the moon.
I'll feed on the Milky Way, chase around asteroids to be strong without steroids, marry the rings of Saturn and play baseball with aliens.
Submitted by Sheldon de Maps on Wed, 08/08/2012 - 14:13
Sheldon De Maps
Box- The Godfather
My Unborn Child
Box- 1st Born
15th June 2012.
REF: SMILE WHILE YOU BLEED.
Hey Child, bet you are wondering why am writing you an official letter. Well it’s because soon you will be officially born, named and maybe baptized. So give me this moment, play your favorite music in the background and listen to this words.
Submitted by Sheldon de Maps on Wed, 08/08/2012 - 12:38
“O God of all creation
Bless this our land and nation
Justice be our shield and defender
May we dwell in unity
Peace and liberty
Plenty be found within our borders.”
We sang at the burial of the National Anthem.
Submitted by techartpoetry on Thu, 24/05/2012 - 13:00
Submitted by Wamathai on Tue, 24/05/2011 - 17:10
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