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[aid] => mick
[title] => You
[time] => 2005-11-10 14:44:20
[hometext] => ...at first 'You' was God...then 'You' was a female...today, 'You' is 'Me...'
[bodytext] => “You” All I’ve ever wanted... All I’ve ever needed, was for someone to accept me for who I was and not for what they thought they could make me to be... someone who had vision to see beyond the surface noise... someone who could hear my soul and wanted to touch my spirit... someone who would be willing to plunge with me into the mysterious underwater universe of whispering silence... someone who was willing to allow themselves to be submerged with me in the Living Forest where heart voices weave an everlasting tapestry of acceptance and Love... I’ve existed forty-two years in the city seeking comfort from the cold gray concrete. looking to the crumbling asphalt street for direction. But, the metropolis has never been able to still my trembling heart, or kindle a fire in my soul, and the direction that was kindly given, only gave me assurance of an unending imprisonment... Now, I find myself weary of the stench of death, weary of their inability to comprehend the preciousness of the flame I hold in my heart... weary of being weary... I’ve called this dung encrusted grotto home for far too long... So, with or without companionship, while the flame still burns within, I will make my way back to my heart’s home, the sanctuary of my soul, my spirit’s refuge… back to the Forest… the amniotic realm of my birth… my Homeland... “You.” rko [comments] => 3 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 21 [informant] => enigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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