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[title] => Every Man's Tears
[time] => 2006-05-28 03:44:15
[hometext] => ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => Fire broken in swift anticipation rests silently over standing waters rippled in the snow. Summer plods over the hills as august slips into the foray; night is an amnesty held for the murder of the stars. Reflecting, as a young man reflects upon his failures, I realize the truth. My fingers tremble under the weight of my past. Life is mad, calling twenty times a day, questioning every move, analyzing, formulating a plan, working out a motive. Life vomits, drinks more, sobs, loses consciousness, wakes miserable to a bright new day. I am bound to life, and am aware of the fragility. I settle, find warmth in old love, serenity in old wounds and pain. Whiskey is my voice scratched hard and sloshed over tarnished stares and bloodshot faces. My breath is a broken jukebox beaten down with time and change, left hidden behind the veils of sweat and smoke. My laughter is the glass shrieking over the length of the bar. I stand, hesitate, steady myself and laugh; I am grabbed, shaken, hugged, and loved by men who have lost their love of life. There is pity in every man’s heart, and there is regality in every man’s tears; but there is no honor in pitying ones life, and there is no majesty in weeping for the damned. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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