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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (May 27, 2011)
a street roots May 27, 2011 RaPed By Death - Death. Painful, smelly, dirty. Uncalled for Unprepared for Life raped by death. Going through the motions. Shouldering weapons Uncountable innocent bystanders Victims lost, wandering. People Framed. Tortured into making false statements Just so the pain would end. Sick abusers. When will it end? It replays over & over The mind becomes a broken record. Immature abusers anger Inability to compromise. Greed over territory: The cause of war. 1 m v t Love not past by Eric Carlson The love I feel when you’re at my side Is more comforting than the oceans tide The sweet melody of your words Is more beautiful than the birds Everyday I long to be with you To you alone my heart will be true Without you in my life, I groan and moan I’m thinking of you, tired of being alone I’d hold you in my arms for the rest of my life No longer living in a life of strife I’d treat you with kindness, compassion and love For you are my only matching glove When will we be together, I do not know Until that day, this love continues to grow Haiku Kung-Fu 2 by Terris H. Sometimes, late at night, When I feel lost and alone, I try not to weep. 7
