We create dreams
We create dreams with our imagination
Are these dreams repeats of our nation?
Or something different, new
May I ask you?
Why is it you live?
May I also ask you something
What do you give?
To your soul that is,
With a terrible whizz
It all comes clear
But softly faded
The truth is near
But almost Jaded
For when I acknowledge, that I can't see
There is no one else left,
Poem by Noah BlazeSetting everything aside
Setting everything aside
Love, Life, Laughter, and Pride
It's easy to see the simple things
Like birds with arms and men with wings
Other things like blood exposed in the cold
Simple minds running brave and bold
Discovery of sick society is evident
The human mind is the main resident
The center of issues
Lies not in brain tissues
But is an idea unknown to man
Not to what is done, but what can
Poem by Noah Blaze