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Array ( [sid] => 139347 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Blinded Life [time] => 2007-12-23 07:15:14 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Spread over tables so much longer than me
Nowhere to go I feel so blind I can't see
False promises lied to, no truth to be seen
The hidden beliefs behind caverns so deep

For the hole in the north
Is the hole in the south
Hidden dwellings beneath the living on mass
No way will we hear this for the man has been damned
To breed minions and millions to populate the land

These people created are without a whole plan
I know there is greater then what's presented in hand
So be kind to me gently my dear old friend
And pray strongly for my brothers for them to find the end

In the show that we gather, the people on whole
Make assurance we're together a people of man
So afar from each other our people have strayed
So much time to follow to return to the grave

So be greatful for the gifts which you have not yet got
For the power betrays you, straight from the cot
Take care my young brother as you start your life
Adhere to all others not those with the knife

Young as we once were our people are old
Confused by dicisions taken out of our hold
Yet one day we will see that we're all one in kind
And then we can be what we were, yet so blind
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Blinded Life

Contributed by tiggytom on Sunday, 23rd December 2007 @ 07:15:14 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Spread over tables so much longer than me
Nowhere to go I feel so blind I can't see
False promises lied to, no truth to be seen
The hidden beliefs behind caverns so deep

For the hole in the north
Is the hole in the south
Hidden dwellings beneath the living on mass
No way will we hear this for the man has been damned
To breed minions and millions to populate the land

These people created are without a whole plan
I know there is greater then what's presented in hand
So be kind to me gently my dear old friend
And pray strongly for my brothers for them to find the end

In the show that we gather, the people on whole
Make assurance we're together a people of man
So afar from each other our people have strayed
So much time to follow to return to the grave

So be greatful for the gifts which you have not yet got
For the power betrays you, straight from the cot
Take care my young brother as you start your life
Adhere to all others not those with the knife

Young as we once were our people are old
Confused by dicisions taken out of our hold
Yet one day we will see that we're all one in kind
And then we can be what we were, yet so blind




Copyright © tiggytom ... [ 2007-12-23 07:15:14]
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Re: Blinded Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Honey56 on Sunday, 23rd December 2007 @ 07:20:36 AM AEST
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This was a very enjoyable read..And you are surely right on life.
Take in stride we all are getting older each min..
Merry Christmas


Re: Blinded Life (User Rating: 1 )
by mr_alleycat on Sunday, 23rd December 2007 @ 04:12:35 PM AEST
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Blind to the day!

My word weaver friend


Re: Blinded Life (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 23rd December 2007 @ 09:08:06 PM AEST
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We need more writes such as these.
We're all human and have a path to walk but compassion for others seems to be rare on this planet.
Also those that judges others have a rude awakening comeing as I know there was a time I was blind as a bat.
keep up the good writing.
huggs, smiles, happy, happy holidays,
emy




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