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[title] => Stoned Belonging
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[hometext] => I think my mind is beginning to melt ^_^ love always, abraham
[bodytext] => I have five minutes before I need to go to bed and the world Is a mad place A war vet spits in his own face To forget What he sees in the reflection Of the black marble memorial That spans the length of his sorrow And writes the history of his hands It is now five fifty eight pm on the Following day and I am Exhausted Babbling Stoned About a war I never knew Cutting corners Hiding from the Truth There is new war New deaths New wives Weeping or Cheating or Watching TV There are wars better left unsaid Unspoken of Kicked down and buried Wars that are not In the eyes Or the heart Or the hand They are sad forgettable wars And the dead They are forgotten Misplaced Left to high school text books And cold stone memorials Left to movies Novels And magazines Everyday we see more dead Everyday we raise our blinds The world is a mess. It is confusing and maddening Almost sick So I dream I dream I am a crumbling mountain Or A King fisher Mute by a cage Redeemed Freed Finally knowing The feel of wind on my wings Finally understanding The warm sensation Of sunlight As the rain runs down In Great fountains Crystal and sheer Or white like the Voice of god It is a new day, and I am alive I breathe I splatter the page Of my shirt With lies I breathe My heart rises And falls with the Shadows of sky Today is the last day. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 43 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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