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Array ( [sid] => 124155 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hidden Streets [time] => 2006-08-06 18:53:45 [hometext] => [bodytext] => In the city’s hidden streets,
between the buildings sickly sleep
and underneath the hardened streets,
leak all the tears the sickly weep.

And through the forest’s shards of glass
In a world where time wont pass-
the broken lay their weary heads
In fear infested tear filled beds.

And with the light the day break brings,
the fallen gather up their things
and in their hearts the angels sing
silent songs of broken dreams.

In the streets the damaged ponder
with all their loss they’re doomed to wonder-
aimlessly through needled valleys
up and down diseased filled alleys

And beneath rivers of whiskey and wine
the drowning cry out one last time
but in endless suffering, dirt and grime
everyone ignores their cries.
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Hidden Streets

Contributed by lostindesire on Sunday, 6th August 2006 @ 06:53:45 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

In the city’s hidden streets,
between the buildings sickly sleep
and underneath the hardened streets,
leak all the tears the sickly weep.

And through the forest’s shards of glass
In a world where time wont pass-
the broken lay their weary heads
In fear infested tear filled beds.

And with the light the day break brings,
the fallen gather up their things
and in their hearts the angels sing
silent songs of broken dreams.

In the streets the damaged ponder
with all their loss they’re doomed to wonder-
aimlessly through needled valleys
up and down diseased filled alleys

And beneath rivers of whiskey and wine
the drowning cry out one last time
but in endless suffering, dirt and grime
everyone ignores their cries.

Copyright Â© lostindesire ... [ 2006-08-06 18:53:45]
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Re: Hidden Streets (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Thursday, 10th August 2006 @ 09:00:49 PM AEST
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There is a heart-felt connection here that goes beyond observation, and while the cadence is a bit wobbly, the woe inherent in a world that ignores or typcasts the suffering, dependent and downtrodden is palpable. Gets better with each read.

Spike

Re: Hidden Streets (User Rating: 1 )
by ABM on Tuesday, 22nd February 2011 @ 06:14:11 PM AEST
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I loved this. i believe i got the message you were conveying. thank you for sharing.

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