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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tin God Prophecies
[time] => 2006-10-07 01:06:56
[hometext] => ~My dreams unfold such hellish prophecies of your destiny Jarhead, Warrior, sacred prayer~weepingprophet
[bodytext] => Tucked into another fitful night -- with little sleep, if any-- closing my eyes to scratch at something --Distant and complacent-- However, a vivid image appears --a beautiful metaphor-- Our love at its most valiant of times --now dwindling-- Your slender arm is snaking around me --absorbing the blowing wind-- Hiding my frail body in this comfortable boy --gently unwrapping trust-- How far comfort is from my mind --years later-- when I unseal my first combat envelope --letters dropping to the floor-- I snatch them up --desperately-- Begin to read the lines --holding my breath-- News of you pours into my eyes --I'm so thirsty for your safety-- Reluctantly I watch --as the words fall into place-- Frantic news of you cheating death --or worse-- A failed attempt --glistening angrily, mocking-- You have brought me to my knees --many times before-- Through our tangled mess of a relationship --I have endured many sorrows-- This time I fall to the floor --not in love, nor in prayer-- but of the sheer inability to breath --you've perished-- Trembling lips whisper "too late" -- You're too late-- You have become something so lacking --translucent-- Such a vacant avenue of memories --unfolding every detail of our lost potential-- And for what? --patriotism, duty, honor?-- Empty --for what?-- I'd send this question out to you --had I any faith, that you'd reply-- Holding my breath --I wake up-- sputter cries of anguish --empty-- you've become something so translucent Now I have neglected dreams --terrified of prophecies— Kept myself deathly alert --for the sake of false control— I will check the mail everyday --hopeful, anxious-- and open your letters --with trembling and weak fingers-- read in your words --faithfully— your destiny will not fail us --nigh-- your destiny will succeed us --for what?-- You need not reply --I know and believe-- It is for patriotism, duty and honor You are a martyr --more importantly-- You are Marine [comments] => 2 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 55 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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