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Array ( [sid] => 111547 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Green [time] => 2005-12-15 17:39:27 [hometext] => This is based on personal experiences in the past [bodytext] => “Green”

Lying between green,
and my naive world of fables.
My presence is seeping through the walls,
thin as blood.
Being dragged along the walls;
with my fingers.
As the most deceiving part of the body the eyes.
Greet,
accept,
and screw you all at the same time.

And,
you don’t even have to be on your back to fully appreciate the great view.
This is that “strip show” reference again,
The one without the pole.
The judgmental:
they hold the knife,
(their knife) to you,
ready to cut you in two;
ready to perform a living autopsy.

And taking the words you speak as lies.
And so,
the game of elementary he said,
she said begins.
All the while they (the judgmental) wear false pretenses of trust,
and honesty.
And even with your “playing dirty” actions,
and tactics I still remain clean.

Simply because,
I know the truth.

I am the truth...

Someday,
I’ll wake up and my dreams will be ripened with reality.
And
you’ll finally get the symbolic worm that you deserve.
And at the end you’ll be left in motion.
And I’ll wake up from my motionless slumber,

and I’ll take that mirror you hold,
with your idealism and broken stereo-type of me.
And,
point it at you until the glare blinds you.
And our positions will finally change.
You’ll be green instead of me.
And that’s when I’ll fall in love with politics again.
But for now,
I’ll lie between green and my dreams.
Sleep tight...

September 2005

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Green

Contributed by Angelluv2write on Thursday, 15th December 2005 @ 05:39:27 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

“Green”

Lying between green,
and my naive world of fables.
My presence is seeping through the walls,
thin as blood.
Being dragged along the walls;
with my fingers.
As the most deceiving part of the body the eyes.
Greet,
accept,
and screw you all at the same time.

And,
you don’t even have to be on your back to fully appreciate the great view.
This is that “strip show” reference again,
The one without the pole.
The judgmental:
they hold the knife,
(their knife) to you,
ready to cut you in two;
ready to perform a living autopsy.

And taking the words you speak as lies.
And so,
the game of elementary he said,
she said begins.
All the while they (the judgmental) wear false pretenses of trust,
and honesty.
And even with your “playing dirty” actions,
and tactics I still remain clean.

Simply because,
I know the truth.

I am the truth...

Someday,
I’ll wake up and my dreams will be ripened with reality.
And
you’ll finally get the symbolic worm that you deserve.
And at the end you’ll be left in motion.
And I’ll wake up from my motionless slumber,

and I’ll take that mirror you hold,
with your idealism and broken stereo-type of me.
And,
point it at you until the glare blinds you.
And our positions will finally change.
You’ll be green instead of me.
And that’s when I’ll fall in love with politics again.
But for now,
I’ll lie between green and my dreams.
Sleep tight...

September 2005

Copyright Â© Angelluv2write ... [ 2005-12-15 17:39:27]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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