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[title] => Waiting Patiently for Life
[time] => 2006-12-14 08:01:26
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[bodytext] => surprisingly, and not completely out of whack there still remains something more to be seen- from things an imagination convinced itself it had taken back short of the abilities, necessary, to lay this crafty trap required, to penetrate this cloak of disaster, attached- to hopes of forever, with a dominate display of colorful feathers- shown to whomever asks- fingers snap as the audience claps faces left aghast while important contributions have been made- in the names, of the anonymous- philanthropist donating poker-chips to the slaves of the heartless the homeless, and opponents of condoning wrongful components- practical lessons in logic assuming its magic, then, how does the white rabbit, exit the black hat, and call it tragic? suppose the all of everything is as once was previously imagined relaxed and composed, disposed of stress, and void of any real passion enlightened are the ignorant as the figment of my imagination tightens frightened and fidgety, the movements of bodies collide in abstracted vibrations attracted by magnetic pulses sent from the core of all curses into the veins and exhaled- nailed, to the wall, on a frame sits the outlined portrait a silhouette of misfortune- the future and its most inopportune culprit to ruin, all that has taken shape, and been spoken, in eloquence, from this pulpit- the tone is inappropriate over a period of insurmountable time, comes, grief- a relief is in need to house the hungry and feed the naked while a clot scars what breeds then bleeds, into the scared, and the sacred a plot of cemetery trees, a soft cot to sleep, stop, as the breeze softly sends a shiver through the knees, a whisper reaches its peak, kept in its peace, while others to try and read, and speak, decibels and dream of release, until it is taken, shaken, to perfection indeed. laid to sleep ________ ______ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 547 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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