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Array ( [sid] => 130629 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Changing Faces [time] => 2007-01-17 00:32:07 [hometext] => it's life i surpose.......... [bodytext] => What happened to the days
Of early existence ?
Where being an individual
Was not frowned upon
And doing what you liked
Meant freedom of the mind

Indulging into the obis
Meant taking chances and risk
Knowing you would always
Be yourself in the end
No one better
And certainly no one less

I remember a time
When being with some one
Was being yourself
And knowing they acknowledged your being
Knowing they were by your side
Because they loved the real you

People seem to be changing
Showing sides that benefit others
In ways that abuse
There own self respect
Being something there not
To please the opposite sex

Times were once simpler
No one to impress
No one to please
Just relaxing and being free
What has happened to these day?
What has come to them?

Molding ones self
Into something so wicked
Something there not
And something so ridicules
That it’s just a mockery
Of our own existence

Why can’t we just
Take these mask off
And be ourselves
Show are inner kid
The boy or girl who’s
Waiting to be free.

Stop this masker aye
Of hidden agendas
And be who you really are
Because when it comes down to it
Why be fake? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Epic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Changing Faces

Contributed by Epic on Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 12:32:07 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

What happened to the days
Of early existence ?
Where being an individual
Was not frowned upon
And doing what you liked
Meant freedom of the mind

Indulging into the obis
Meant taking chances and risk
Knowing you would always
Be yourself in the end
No one better
And certainly no one less

I remember a time
When being with some one
Was being yourself
And knowing they acknowledged your being
Knowing they were by your side
Because they loved the real you

People seem to be changing
Showing sides that benefit others
In ways that abuse
There own self respect
Being something there not
To please the opposite sex

Times were once simpler
No one to impress
No one to please
Just relaxing and being free
What has happened to these day?
What has come to them?

Molding ones self
Into something so wicked
Something there not
And something so ridicules
That it’s just a mockery
Of our own existence

Why can’t we just
Take these mask off
And be ourselves
Show are inner kid
The boy or girl who’s
Waiting to be free.

Stop this masker aye
Of hidden agendas
And be who you really are
Because when it comes down to it
Why be fake?

Copyright Â© Epic ... [ 2007-01-17 00:32:07]
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Re: Changing Faces (User Rating: 1 )
by FRANCO on Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 12:47:33 AM AEST
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Dear Friend, that is the way of life, and perhaps that's the only reason I too cry, but yet that is the way of life; we may not be able to change the world but for sure you and I as an Individual can take the fake mask away from our faces for ever.
"A wonder poem."
FRANCO.

Re: Changing Faces (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 03:26:33 PM AEST
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wow this is a wise write.. I really liked this piece.. its so straightforward and I agree always be yourself.. awesome job

Vampyress jenni

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