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[title] => The Life and Death of ‘Just Another Person’
[time] => 2002-08-01 05:33:22
[hometext] => Is it just me or does everybody have conversstions with their inner psyches'
[bodytext] => Listen lover sighed the wind, as the pavement strolled
beneath his 4 guinea brogues and autumn leaves waved farewell to the branch that been their home for many months; Listen, for you must know the message that I bring know the sound of the summer raindrops beating on your barren breast know the signs, and understand its meaning. You’re only one in the world (a great big ugly world) you’re only one in a crowd of billions, as important as the next man yet always unknown, and destined to remain so. That roadway looks polite, and might serve your suicidal whim, No-one would miss you, (except the paving stones which lack your warmth. The sunlight sings its shadow from the blue of sky, while dreams descend to engulf you but it’s just utopia, you knew that though didn’t you? you’re dreaming again…………… Linda smiled through the cracked haze of the galleon room, and the Cravens Arms stretch out to drag you under, aesthetically she threw a rope to rescue you, but ghosts can’t live forever. Oh go on then, stuff your face with christmas pudding drink your fill of wine, laugh, joke enjoy yourself and all in the name of Christmas…“Balls to Christmas!” That’s it swear now, it won’t do you any good you’ve had it hypocrite, there are too many dreamers in the world already too many b***ards, too many people trying to do you down! Never mind, it comes to us all you’ve still got love, - of sorts and what colour is love today? Linda, Oh yes..linda.. God how I wish I could get out …it stinks this world Stinks! of the stench of corrupt corporations, The smell of jealous minds and stagnant society. Oh get lost you make me sick, with your whining moans sick sick sick go on step under your car, or jump off Debenhams I won’t save you – she wont save you You’re finished finished FINISHED……………… And so he kissed the silken sky, then hurtled far below it the life and death of ‘just another person’ by just another poet. - ©Rosewing [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Rosewing [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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