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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- Poetry Interlude 06 -
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by the AC908/AC215 Poets Society
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Angelique
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In the Arms of a Friend
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In the comfort of your arms,
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there is the knowlege
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that I can say
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anything.
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I can express my thoughts,
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tell my innermost feelings,
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and my deepest,
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darkest, secrets.
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There is no fear
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when your arms encircle me.
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Nothing ever said is wrong.
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Even the silence is comfortable.
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This is a magical, safe place.
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Protected from the outside.
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No problem is too great,
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or too small.
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There is a gentleness here
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-and strength.
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Like the quiet gurglings of a creek
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that overcomes all
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to reach the sea.
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And a warmth that touches
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to the deepest part of my soul.
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As a fire in a hearth
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on a cold, rainy, November night.
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Then there is...
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The security of knowing that
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- even when i am wrong
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I am loved.
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I can pour out my heart.
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With full confidence,
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and complete trust.
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For there is no one
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who understands me
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quite the way you do.
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Sometimes...
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You know my needs
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before I do.
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And sometimes
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when I am difficult
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I hear your voice close by
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speaking as if to a child.
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Its a calming, soothing sound.
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A voice with the power to heal.
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Physically, emotionally, spiritually,
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as only you can.
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In some ways,
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I think you saved me.
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Twice.
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Once, when I was in a dark,
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cold place,
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called lonliness.
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You reached out to me,
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and held my hands,
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over the years.
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Then again,
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when i was buried someplace far away
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you brought me back into the sunlight
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and onto my feet again.
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What can I say to thank you?
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My dear friend.
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Words cannot fully say
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what you've done for me.
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You've given me
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the strength to face the truth,
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the courage to remember,
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and the will to speak.
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And then, I found peace,
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in the comfort of your arms.
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Ace Lightning
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Time Enough For Love
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"listen," she said,
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"it isn't as if
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what I give to him
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I take from you.
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you act as if
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you think he's getting
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a bigger slice of cake
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than you are.
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don't you know?
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there's enough of me
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to go around!"
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love divided
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is love multiplied;
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the more you love,
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the more you can love,
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and heaven knows
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we all need the practice.
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"listen," she said,
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"I have time enough for you,
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and time enough for him.
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there's always
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time enough for love.
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and, since I love you,
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and I love him,
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I'd love it
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if you could love each other,
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at least a little bit."
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love shared
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is love squared,
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and the love you take
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is equal to the love
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you make.
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"listen," she said,
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"if you'd both just stop
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banging your antlers
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and listen,
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I know we can
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get this straightened out
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somehow."
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and he listened,
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and he listened,
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and they both knew
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she was right;
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and then they
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walked off down the beach,
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hand in hand in hand.
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Brothers
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Somewhere out there they, too, stand,
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Staring into the sky;
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Chained to a dying star, perhaps,
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Waiting for their turn to die;
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Or breathing ammonia and methane
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In a frozen, poisoned waste;
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Or a pleasure-world's far Aidenn,
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Knowing joys Man can never taste.
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With tentacled eye-stalks they wonder,
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Or probe with a sensory mind;
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Like ours, their fantasies wander,
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Leaving the home-world behind.
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We may never meet the aliens,
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Or know their unearthly race,
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But they and we are brothers,
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As our minds range the depths of space!
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Marginalia
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Radio transmitters,
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lightning bolts,
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and hearts enclosing a name;
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On every page
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of notes I take,
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the margins look the same;
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And couples
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dancing, or kissing —
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Even I who draw them don't know —
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And vain attempts
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to sketch his face,
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scribbled over so they don't show.
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Nobody ever
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sees my notes,
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and I'll never let anyone look —
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But he'd know I'm always
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thinking of him,
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if he ever opened my book!
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But I'll never tell him —
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I love him too much —
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so he will never know,
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And the margins of
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the notes I take
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is the only place it will show,
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So I will keep
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tormenting myself
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and playing my stupid game,
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With radio transmitters,
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lightning bolts,
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and hearts enclosing a name.
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Triplane
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These fragile wings were old when I was born;
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I wonder that the engine still can run;
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The fabric of the skin is thin and worn
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From many years of rain and wind and sun.
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They were our enemies then, but now no more;
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Only the tales of heroes still remain,
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The death and beauty of the First World War,
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The brave and lovely deeds of man and plane.
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To fly those frail machines took strength and skill,
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And courage of a rare and special kind;
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Fifty years later, I can see it still,
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And pay them silent homage in my mind.
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To see this antique plane against the sky
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Sums up the things that drive a man to fly.
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Postscript on an Envelope Flap
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Open this envelope carefully, please.
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Inside you will find
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only a tattered scrap,
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creased and worn and crumbling,
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much like a clipping
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that has been carried in a wallet too long.
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Unfold it — gently, gently! —
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smooth out its crumples,
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and put it away in a safe place.
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Once
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it was my soul.
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Snow #1
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Snow sifts down from a silver-grey sky,
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silent and soft and deep,
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filling the squares of my window view
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with a silence as soft as sleep;
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I sit by the window and watch it snow,
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Time has no meaning any more,
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I float like a flake on the winter air,
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suspended somewhere above the floor.
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I've joined the snowflakes that fill the sky,
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suspended and floating and free;
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everything stops but the sifting snow,
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time has no meaning for me....
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The Magic Mirror
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Look into the magic mirror, what do you see?
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I saw my brother's face, looking back at me.
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A different name, and a different face,
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But my mirror-image, of my own race.
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I reached out, and his hand was there,
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And the mirror vanished like smoky air.
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concrete corridors with outhouse breath
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I never expected it to be sordid
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but then after a while it wasn't
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and I dared think forbidden thoughts
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at the glimpse of the oneness
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I had always hoped would be possible someday
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pebbles grit under my elbows
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I love you
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I looked into the mirror and saw my very twin,
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Looking out at me, just as I was looking in.
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Lightning flashed across the mirror, lighting up the sky,
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Lightning answered in my soul, and I knew the reason why.
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But lightning was not mine to feel, forbidden to my soul;
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I took one last look in the mirror, dark and clear and whole.
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I tried to light a Candle, once;
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I barely caught the Flame,
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And watched It flicker into life;
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And then I caught my breath and — poof! —
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I blew It out agayn.
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My mirror-image smiled at me in faith and love and trust;
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I spoke a word; the mirror shattered into shining dust.
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The mirror-view was lovely, and it tempted me astray,
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So I had to break the mirror, and walk silently away.
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My brother's face dissolved away in softly weeping rain —
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Reflection of my face, distorted by my brother's pain.
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I am your sister; and we had best
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put all thoughts of incest from our minds.
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There is no magic mirror now, just fragments in a heap,
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And I can only see my mirror-image in my sleep.
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My brother has a sister now, a mirror of his own,
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And I am loved from long before, so I am not alone.
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I broke the magic mirror, and I know that I did right;
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But my eyes smart with the sting of broken glass sometimes at night.
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Hallucination #1
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I woke up
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early in the morning
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you woke me
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into a dream
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into my life
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you woke me
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gently, gently
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like the first
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warm wind of spring
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out of winter
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a flower opens
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softly waking
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in the darkness
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we dreamed awake
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you and I together
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until I slept
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dreaming, and drowning in
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your cannabis kiss.
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Nightfall Again
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One pair of feet crunching steps on floodlit concrete
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but floodlights can't hold back the cold and darkness
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alone in the wind while daylight drains out of the sky
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and the lights along the road only make it darker
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it's almost night and it's very cold — the concrete is cold
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but I have to keep walking or I'll never get home
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it's a long way and I have to do it by myself
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so I have to keep walking along the icy pavement
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walking in the darkness from light to light
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I will keep walking but it's such a long way
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and it's so very cold and it's getting dark
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and the only footsteps I can hear are my own.
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The stars in their silent procession
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made circles above the sea,
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and there in the starlit silence,
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I knew you were looking at me;
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I looked at you looking, as we looked at the moon,
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and the moon made a silvery track,
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and the sand was all that heard us laugh,
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and the sea would not let us go back.
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Stella Maris
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Our Lady Star of the Sea,
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You sing in the surf's sound,
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you sing inside seashells;
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starfish and sand-dollars show your sign.
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All life began in the sea;
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simple single-celled organisms,
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shellfish, swimming fish,
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creatures that crawled onto the land;
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and our blood is salty as sea-water.
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We sail over the sea in ships,
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we swim, we dive deep,
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our submarines seek the secret abyss;
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but still we have much to learn.
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We fish your waters endlessly;
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we kill your children,
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whales and dolphins our cousins;
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we pour out our poisons;
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and still you endure.
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Stella Maris, mermaid goddess,
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Aphrodite, born of sea-foam,
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Tiamat, Yemayá, we call you,
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Our Lady Star of the Sea.
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The sky is a loom, and the lightning,
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like a shuttle, leaps to and fro,
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Weaving a rainbow tapestry
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with tassels of silver snow.
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The fleece of clouds spins fine as silk,
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strung on a frame of rain;
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The colors are rare and marvelous,
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the weave is strong and plain.
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SkyHome
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the sky is my home
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i was born to fly
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the sky is my home
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my home is the sky
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"take me home!" i cry
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to the kite on the wind
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to the silent sailplane soaring
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through the little plane's propwash
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through the jet's screaming roar
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to the shuttle blasting spaceward
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"please take me home
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my home is the sky!"
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i close my eyes
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i sing of flight
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my heart lifts
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i leave the ground
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i fall up into the stars
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i soar with a rush
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the sky embraces me
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i am home at last
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the sky is my home
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i was born to fly
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the sky is my home
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my home is the sky
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high
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Life Bitter End
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my heart will morn a thousand
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for my friend stopped living today
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we all feel so much sorrow
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how can it end this way
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not thinking of tomorrow
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and the friends they left behind
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finding out that life is short
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and not always kind
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Psychadelia
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This bit was submitted in a rather freeform style,
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which I will preserve. It adds to the intended mood, I think.
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-TM
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the origination of nothing.
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i know what i want
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but how could i know?
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i think i know,
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but i cant be sure.
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theres no way to check.
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life is as pointless as death.
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which rules out suicide.
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searching, searching,
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looking for the one of my dreams
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not looking for a goddess, not looking for a genius
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looking for someone like me
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looking for a friend, but double that
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and yes! i have found her!
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but she isnt there. she dont care.
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back to the searching
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i wonder why im bothering with poetry. my 'poems' are so pathetic.
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dont mind me, im just here for your bemusement.
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when yer down, and paranoid, and too self-conscious..
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when you dont know who you are..
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just say..
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you are..
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"just this person.. ya know?"
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works for me.
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he says acid fucks you up.
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he says acid enhances your life.
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he says acid destroys your well-being.
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he says acid shows you your true purpose.
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i say acid is just a mirror. shows you yourself.
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and a little more.
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dont mind the acid stuff. im a little taken by it. explains the name, eh?
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sitting by myself.
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in the dark.
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i cannot see, i cannot hear
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i cannot taste, nor smell
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i can not even feel.
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i am deprived of my senses.
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i start to dream.
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i think i like it here.
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bullshit isnt just mammal manure. its people trying to make themselves what
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they are not. everyone does it. everyone is full of bullshit, except for those
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who arent, and those are the exhalted ones.
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isnt exhalted just a great word.
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that was silly, i know. but hey, tough.
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i wonder whos reading this. you are, of course. if you are actually reading
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this, then i guess you are either trying to understand me, or you are
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a lot like me. if you are trying to understand me, please mail me your
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findings. im out of ideas. if you are a lot like me, well.. misery loves
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company, eh?
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maybe i should sit here and quote full song lyrics to try to express how i feel.
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but that wouldnt be me, itd be <generic band>'s feelings. so thats just bad.
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if you know who you are, congratulations. your one of the few.
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everyone i talk to says not to be depressed. well i really dont have a choice
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at the moment, so i midas well go with it.
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the walls have been shattered
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but the barrier remains.
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no, im not on anything at the moment. sorry officer.
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o/~ ...you aint been mindfucked yet.. o/~
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darkness
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surrounding me
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i like it dark
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the light awakens me
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and im back to life
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recalled to life
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and im not overjoyed
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WARNING:******: looking for a meaning in these poems is prohibited by LAW.
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if you do, we'll have our thought police on you faster than you can say,
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"ook".
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what kind of stupid word is ook anyway. oh well. its just another word to
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express another idea.
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shes right there, so very close.
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but very far away.
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shes practically on my lap.
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but she's miles apart.
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theres something blocking us.
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i cant tell what it is.
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but, i can tell. i am ashamed.
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lets see, who will get the horrible luck of reading this.
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"explain myself? explain yourself!"
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what it all boils down to is.. i dont like you, so piss off.
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what it all boils down to is.. i like you, stick around.
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what it all boils down to is.. i really dont care about you.. go away.
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what it all bouls down to is.. i hate you.. die.. or something..
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what it all boils down to is.. i love you..so you must turn away.
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im telling you, yer gonna get in trouble! i TOLD you, stop trying to inter-
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pret all this shit.
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they say we argue over a game. what they dont get is, its not the game..
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its the people ivolved.
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we're all a little crazy. some of us are more crazy. just like we're all
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equal. some are MORE equal.
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i amaza myself in my creative stupidity.
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is that an oxymoron? who cares.
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this file is getting long. maybe i should cut it. nah.
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In the beginning.. there was no one.
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but me and myself.
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then came the people.
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but it was still me and myself.
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im my own best friend. or so i gather.
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unless, of course, you arent.
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people make so much fuss over shit like sports. and games. what it all boils
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down to is.. they got nuffin better to do. which is ok. since thats me.
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i reread that 'searching' poem. pretty good, if i do say so myself. which i
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did.
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forlorn and dejected
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scrapped and rejected
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i am your human robot
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i wonder if attraction
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starts in the mind
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the heart
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the soul
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or a combo of the 3
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maybe when all 3 are involved
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its not attraction at all
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but its love
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hmm.
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i had a dream
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and it was way too fucked up
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there she was, the apple of my eye
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not doing anything at all
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just embracing and talking
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i think i liked that dream
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too bad it depressed me when i awoke
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people say virtual reality isnt here. well it is, man. ever hear of lucid
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dreaming? its the same shit, but better.
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pardon if i make a few typos. its 4:30 am. i was going to sleep, but my
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mind drifted back to the girl in that dream. arg.
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i wonder if she's thinking the same stuff i am. i wonder if she feels the
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same way i do. i wonder if thats good or bad. hmm.
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how can you miss the touch
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of someone who isnt there?
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who isnt really real?
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or maybe she is real,
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just too good for this reality
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thats why i only see her in dreams
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hmm
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or maybe its just im too insecure
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to find out
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how real she really is.
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im sick of the world real.
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oops, typo. or was it? hmm.
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maybe i should just forget her
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leave the whole matter
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ignore it entirely
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pretend i never gave it a thought
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i think ill keel over then
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does death bother you?
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doesnt me.
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whats death anyway?
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nothingness.
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you wouldnt know its going on.
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so whats so bad about that?
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permanent sleep.
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a friend of mine says that you are conscious althroughout life and possibly
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even death. i dunno if thats so great.
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im forced to repress
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what i want to express
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that pretty much sums me and all of society up. if it wasnt for society,
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we would all just be doing whatever it is what we would want to be doing.
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and thats bad? hmm. youve been watching too much Jesus Channel propoganda.
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someone told me ice tea is the work of satan. does this mean other
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refreshment industries have the blessing of other assorted gods?
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does yahweh endorse coke? does bhudda enjoy a snapple ice tea? i wanna know,
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damn it.
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yes, im being silly. so? it helps.
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everything is always stolen away
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my rights
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my ideas
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my habits
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my pleasures
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my needs
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my sanity
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why o why, is everything stolen away?
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i cant say why
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i guess my desires are just too good
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for others to pass up
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so they take them from me
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before i can enjoy them
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leaving me on the side of the road
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by myself
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alone
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i suppose this sort of file is the 'trendy'thing to do. the whole poetry
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/babble stuff. i blame justin for that. no offense, of course. but its funny
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how those who care not for the trends, set the trends.
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this is me, inside out. dont ask me why your reading this, i dont have a
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clue why im writing it.
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did you ever want
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someone so much
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that it hurt inside?
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and when you
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reached for her
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they turned out to
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be not really there?
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thats my biggest fear. to chase after something which is an illusion. i saw
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her in a dream once, maybe thats all she is then.. an illusion. a dream.
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a creation from my subconscious. hmm.
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this goes out to that special group of people in my heart:
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o/~ why do you look at me if you hate me...
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why should i look at you when you make me hate you too.. o/~
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