these are my people
call the fire dancers
the dreamers
call the lunatics and the poets
these are my people
born of a flaming pillar
the sleepers
born of a dream and a whisper
these are my people
a vagabond tribe
the windblown (let the desert be our home)
a place of freaks and outcasts
these are my people
call the painters
the forgotten
call the tired and hungry
call my People.
Photo Credit: The Real Taiwan
Thursday, May 3, 2007
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2 comments:
very cool image.
i love this poetry. save these words and if you ever found an art institute or a studio, put these words on a pillar everyone has to walk past to enter.
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