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Array ( [sid] => 115905 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hidden Passion [time] => 2006-03-05 21:39:03 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Breaking down corriders,
oh sweet life in all its shades,
eating souls on a smorgusbord,
I am the hunter gatherer nomad,
with no particular path, and a burnt past,
critics leave their little comments,
but few I respect,
I've been through hell and back,
this is a lviivng testement that god exists,
no one can take my experience back,
this is no trick of the wrist, tis pure magic ,
like pulling a bunny out of a hat,
my art is truth splattered,
abstract, I hope you can appreciate that,
my divine inclinement bears the burden of a thousand sophists,
I don't even have a mouth piece but I want to scream to the high heavens,
that God wil give this fool back his soul his inner logic,
shift others in a new direction,
forget reincarnation,
beyond tradition there are ways,
there are ways to achieve a spiritual convalesence,
if only the ghosts that haunt the present could get their act together,
if only the people could witness a miracle could poltics be everlasting,
the truth is flashing as I'm breaking down corriders,
of hidden passion.

[comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 14 [informant] => BSteel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
Hidden Passion

Contributed by BSteel on Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 09:39:03 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes



Breaking down corriders,
oh sweet life in all its shades,
eating souls on a smorgusbord,
I am the hunter gatherer nomad,
with no particular path, and a burnt past,
critics leave their little comments,
but few I respect,
I've been through hell and back,
this is a lviivng testement that god exists,
no one can take my experience back,
this is no trick of the wrist, tis pure magic ,
like pulling a bunny out of a hat,
my art is truth splattered,
abstract, I hope you can appreciate that,
my divine inclinement bears the burden of a thousand sophists,
I don't even have a mouth piece but I want to scream to the high heavens,
that God wil give this fool back his soul his inner logic,
shift others in a new direction,
forget reincarnation,
beyond tradition there are ways,
there are ways to achieve a spiritual convalesence,
if only the ghosts that haunt the present could get their act together,
if only the people could witness a miracle could poltics be everlasting,
the truth is flashing as I'm breaking down corriders,
of hidden passion.





Copyright © BSteel ... [ 2006-03-05 21:39:03]
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Re: Hidden Passion (User Rating: 1 )
by Hoo on Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 10:26:08 PM AEST
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i like this one B, not only only is it a great piece, but it has a nice flow to it as well... I think this one is you, hit it right on




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