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[title] => Bump in the Night
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[bodytext] => This requires too much energy expended Go to great lengths to retain what was once here And if it is recanted, planted, then taken away, played by semantics Then all that was expected, is exhausted, has been wasted Which makes it All the more romantic More intimate, closeness, in sickness, in healthiness Provoked or unsolicited, either way- Its pay day, and overdue appreciation Concerted efforts to reach a feasible negotiation Tied up in civil litigation, the jury dances- In anticipation, of what will come, befall, upon Once in a pink moon, ever does the blue get outdone Do the stars ever run?, in the face of a falling comet, a meteor shower, Shine with pride for hours, until the day overpowers, darkness cowers Not ours, not theirs, not alone Property rights, individual privacy, precedence, propriety Postpartum claim, to the entitlement, the property, the birth right, Do right, act right, stand-up with height, with all the might, now, relax your neck, its knotted, way too uptight Concentrate on the daylight, breaks the shade, from morning to night Keeps us company, when no one can be found, not a soul in sight No battle to fight, no end close by, no beginnings to replace, No memories to erase, just keeps us alone, when everything is, Just as sour as it tastes- everything is, In its predetermined place, all the love turns hate- Wait, bitter sweet in so many ways, cant compete, With the remedy, the incomplete, symphony, Of methodical beats, or whispering sheets, hanging by a tight rope Under the tapping of my feet, inside the chamber, Where the cold replaces the heat, the cardboard box on the street- Is not a home for a family of three, for shade, barking up the wrong tree Cork up the winery, the champagne, the noise, The turning of the century, empathy, and poise, Society is drunk- Debunked myths leap into long jumps In judgment, clumps of words, bump in turn, A thump at the door- A stranger is knocking To enter this dream _______ ___ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lancaster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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