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[title] => Pumping Heart
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[bodytext] => You never did care how I felt A thousand voices And only mine melts Into the pits of ignorance Where I rebel Where I fight back my indifference To whether or not I care to tell I took for granted The fact that you werent there I have only myself to blame And living with my choice I've held my head in shame Helped me to regain What was once lost And now remains Closer to my heart As close as being apart A toast to a new start You exclaimed Why open up When closed keeps it in Hidden From the sights Of those trying to pin The burden of proof The struggle will prove That commitment wins over sin Any resentment Should be refrained from within Speak only good words You never know who is listening Eavesdropping Pill popping Excuse for a king The verdict is in Guilty as charged The other side wins A handsome reward Offered In the name of peace Once cornered There is no escaping the howling beast When bread rises There is no taming the climbing yeast All is said and done And now we begin to feast On bread and butter Dipped in holy water Salt and pepper And the growing appetite Makes the meal complete Makes it impossible to feel obsolete Like not existing Walking on your hands instead of your feet Balancing a reputation Accepting a resignation Of an operative ousted like chopped meat The footsteps push forward My courage is in retreat Babble on and on Like a broken machine gun Stuck on auto-shoot Spraying bullets into a crowded phone booth Pellets of love crack and chip at my front tooth A gap to insert the brains that have been cognitively regrouped An offshoot, positively off the tip of my boot Its on the tip of my tongue I have nothing to loose If nothing is used, then nothing gets done And the game is over again The other side won _____ ________ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Lancaster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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