Array ( [sid] => 92911 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Last Dance [time] => 2005-05-01 09:55:04 [hometext] => Hopefully soon the fog will lift and life will be as I've always dreamed... I no longer hold the cards. [bodytext] => You can't hurt me now, you can only make me bleed..
your deposition here is crucial to the echo of my creed.
The lines forseen divide what bears to be repeated..
witnessed in my dreams of immortals now defeated.
Such issues tho' revolve around in orbit of my mind..
happy that the moon above is seen by all the blind.
A shadow of complexity casts the conche that calls your name..
and the language of my heart insists the signals are the same.
My wish is that the knowledge gained in pursuit of hope and love..
won't disinbar my stance freely given from above.
Volcanic is the power of potential that I see..
sustained in the background to a tolerable degree.
Perceptive may you be in acceptance of the light..
that this final dance of disarray will blend to black and white. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 14 [informant] => CJo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Last Dance


Last Dance
Date: Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 09:55:04 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: CJo
You can't hurt me now, you can only make me bleed..
your deposition here is crucial to the echo of my creed.
The lines forseen divide what bears to be repeated..
witnessed in my dreams of immortals now defeated.
Such issues tho' revolve around in orbit of my mind..
happy that the moon above is seen by all the blind.
A shadow of complexity casts the conche that calls your name..
and the language of my heart insists the signals are the same.
My wish is that the knowledge gained in pursuit of hope and love..
won't disinbar my stance freely given from above.
Volcanic is the power of potential that I see..
sustained in the background to a tolerable degree.
Perceptive may you be in acceptance of the light..
that this final dance of disarray will blend to black and white.

This poem is Copyright © CJo


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