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Array ( [sid] => 142601 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Spinning Circles [time] => 2008-05-23 12:01:09 [hometext] => No memories worth reliving but everything keeps coming back Nothing worth living for but nothing worth dying for [bodytext] => --------___________------------

We can't stop
the motion of time
that nauseating spin
we call life itself

Much like a top
we spin and move
until we topple over and die
we can't slow down
the way the world
somehow comes back
to where it was before

Friends and lovers return
again and again
like passing faces
seen while riding
a merry-go-around
at the county fair

We tumble like clothes
heated in a dryer
and race to the ground
like a ball rolling and bouncing
down a steep hill

The dizzying array of images
we see before our eyes
come back to haunt us
again and again
then we return
to feel the same weak emotions

Just like the wheel of fortune
the best prize passes by
again and again
and all we can do is sit
riding the turntable
that we call life

No memories worth reliving
but everything keeps coming back
Nothing worth living for
but nothing worth dying for

So we spin and spin
daring not to stop
nor to slow down
we breathe the repetition
we inhale it's cold comfort

But we're still too afraid
to open our eyes
and let the images pass us by
again and again [comments] => 2 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 21 [informant] => MajesticPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Spinning Circles

Contributed by MajesticPoet on Friday, 23rd May 2008 @ 12:01:09 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



--------___________------------

We can't stop
the motion of time
that nauseating spin
we call life itself

Much like a top
we spin and move
until we topple over and die
we can't slow down
the way the world
somehow comes back
to where it was before

Friends and lovers return
again and again
like passing faces
seen while riding
a merry-go-around
at the county fair

We tumble like clothes
heated in a dryer
and race to the ground
like a ball rolling and bouncing
down a steep hill

The dizzying array of images
we see before our eyes
come back to haunt us
again and again
then we return
to feel the same weak emotions

Just like the wheel of fortune
the best prize passes by
again and again
and all we can do is sit
riding the turntable
that we call life

No memories worth reliving
but everything keeps coming back
Nothing worth living for
but nothing worth dying for

So we spin and spin
daring not to stop
nor to slow down
we breathe the repetition
we inhale it's cold comfort

But we're still too afraid
to open our eyes
and let the images pass us by
again and again




Copyright © MajesticPoet ... [ 2008-05-23 12:01:09]
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Re: Spinning Circles (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Friday, 23rd May 2008 @ 12:04:02 PM AEST
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Topsy and turny........what a write, all over and again and again........What a life, and world.! Good write, and very explanatory to the meaning........I ALL can understand.! Ever need to vent let me know......I will listen........Again good post.

Hugs Brew~


Re: Spinning Circles (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Friday, 23rd May 2008 @ 01:02:52 PM AEST
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Oh, the visuals here were fantastic!! (had me a bit dizzy but well worth the spin... Enjoyable read...
Jenni




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