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[aid] => mick
[title] => Longing To Ride The Night
[time] => 2008-07-02 11:03:04
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[bodytext] => We all have sat around listening to the way the rules are some of us laugh at defiance like bitter tasting wine some try to define but with bad will and form most conform to ideals that feel wrong with many unanswered questions we are all longing for something trying to get the sense of something solid but only finding illusion when we grasp at our dreams So we have been walking with these rules for many years i feel stale is the best word feeding us dreams while in reality we are only falling faster well so fast you don't even know it crashing in debt to keep up with the latest fads or who ever we are worshiping dreams lost in the rust of yesterday but we still don't live in the now past our anchor guilt our way of life now how sad does that sound to you we take any answer we call what they tell the truth hey we voted him in Now what shall we do with these wasted dreams our discarded visions throw them with our guilt so we feel worse upon the wear think they will come without trying or riding some others coat tales fantasy and dreams are two different things you can make dreams come true you can only dream about fantasy riding with beasts never before thought of dreams are yours taste them jump for them think act walk and wake life is hard why wait for the silver platter to come forth thats all questions thats all beliefs all patterns in control with out control or your somewhat feel of control shattered would be the sound in your world Now how about us who care sitting behind screens angry at what i write understanding that there is more to life then the flash gold is something in the heart not the pockets i see your soul every day i am sad at the way you hang your head low my problem is that i feel your heart when you are around i feel your lust anger and pain crazy is my mind at first being able to feel that at childhood never trusting always on my guard looking for heart in this world finding only greed and disregard i only tell you this because i found my heart it was lost for awhile and now i am whole and i thank you i only want to understand the motive behind the destruction we call a legacy as we build more wall i damn them but they still build and i am sorry for there souls [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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