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Array ( [sid] => 107352 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => In the mourning sun [time] => 2005-10-08 22:26:51 [hometext] => Rimbaud says, 'rock him warmly, mother earth: he is cold' [bodytext] => upon a lonely pillow, i place my weary head
closed eyes feigning sleep, wishing for rest
can't be living, my thoughts in this dark room
for if it is, then surely i have failed the test

the total of the importance of my entire life
would not fill the back of a cheap postcard
all the adventure, love, fear, hope and strife
was never important and rememberance, hard

what could have been plagues all my todays
as i meander through this tiny slice of time
but if i could, would i have it some other way
to make present existence just purely sublime

who have i known and yet not ever myself
the same claim for those whose minutes i've shared
never realizing why we occupied that dusty shelf
and didn't touch the heart and soul of any that cared

thinking how much could be said of how and all i've lost
that thread of hope stringing the past dreams with now
what does it matter if i can't ever pay the cost
who would have saved me from myself, anyhow

so, with my spoonful of self-worth, i rise
about to embark again on this futile journey
crying but now without the tears i despise
the only way out is on the cororner's gurney

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In the mourning sun

Contributed by reprobate on Saturday, 8th October 2005 @ 10:26:51 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff



upon a lonely pillow, i place my weary head
closed eyes feigning sleep, wishing for rest
can't be living, my thoughts in this dark room
for if it is, then surely i have failed the test

the total of the importance of my entire life
would not fill the back of a cheap postcard
all the adventure, love, fear, hope and strife
was never important and rememberance, hard

what could have been plagues all my todays
as i meander through this tiny slice of time
but if i could, would i have it some other way
to make present existence just purely sublime

who have i known and yet not ever myself
the same claim for those whose minutes i've shared
never realizing why we occupied that dusty shelf
and didn't touch the heart and soul of any that cared

thinking how much could be said of how and all i've lost
that thread of hope stringing the past dreams with now
what does it matter if i can't ever pay the cost
who would have saved me from myself, anyhow

so, with my spoonful of self-worth, i rise
about to embark again on this futile journey
crying but now without the tears i despise
the only way out is on the cororner's gurney





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Re: In the mourning sun (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Saturday, 8th October 2005 @ 10:57:08 PM AEST
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Such clarity, in the "Whole...........so many words, could be penned for a comment, yet i wont ruin, the feel.!

Thanks for the sharing, of this particular, write.!

Brew~


Re: In the mourning sun (User Rating: 1 )
by Dark_and_Cold on Sunday, 9th October 2005 @ 12:43:48 AM AEST
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Well done, vaguely similar of something I would have written, nice title.


Re: In the mourning sun (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Tuesday, 14th August 2007 @ 07:38:24 AM AEST
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You're pulling at my heart string's, man. I feel your pain....god you make it so palpable. Great writing.
Peace and hugs,
Me




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