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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ramblings of a simpleton
[time] => 2009-12-14 11:24:55
[hometext] => I let the pen flow one day and this is what happened.
[bodytext] => The words come from nowhere i know. The intensifies year by year. What do we people want to hear? It's a strange place this bewildering space, no one can truly tell of it. Try as you will and philosophize your thoughts, nobody knows or can know the truth. If you look deeper than most would you see? This situation is numb and full of greed. These thoughts are crazy what could they mean? What have they sensed that i have not seen? For sense is hard to stand by but trust, it you must or be made for a fool! As the hour glass stands, wearily changes to the hands, of someone with a great creation. Now they tick by as we are waiting to die, our lives revolve around them. They seperate night from day, im sure there is no wa yto ground them. How can a man change what is made to believe? Prove the world wrong. Why believe everything we are told/taught These words are a mere part of humanity. Love can be cold and hard to keep. No one is selfless. The faiths the are followed for hope, the stories may be hidden histories, used and abused, to be followed and abided. Instruments stab, hoot, bang, burn and squash us. No other reason than that of violence and pain. Seperates us from animals. Yet the metals are stored and the elements immortal, its strange how we cracked this rock. The dinosaurs roamed and cavemen "evolved", where are they now? Another age is passing, its passing by soon. I want to be here at the end, when the pain is all the same. No time for grieve or sorrow. I do not belong on the earth not my own, not free but nullifying. Where judges judge and fools decide. Its alway been bad since borders were made, borders are barriers and limitations cause war. I sit here and wonder but have not a plan. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 43 [informant] => gravity1665 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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