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[title] => Not saying goodbye just saying (how it should have looked
[time] => 2008-09-06 23:25:27
[hometext] => this is how the first part of my book will kinda be like
[bodytext] => We stare searching in wonder at objects in disillusion, looking for hope in empty shallow possessions. We speak in harvest tongues spreading seeds to all parts of this land with out reflection that our words might scorn or damage even abuse. Crimes running wild with strange tastes harming anything destroying futures before most had a chance to destroy it themselves. What is the need for Looking to the sky for answers only to see we designed the sky such a pretty fog? Welcome to this ride, game or question that we walk everyday. We must understand life is tough we must be strong and overcome all obstacles in our path seeing only better futures and aspiration. Our future has not been written we still have time to except change time to call to our brothers for hands we would never ask before. See each of us is equally in sorrow we all have a tough road to walk we question everything and stand tall when things are down. Only blinded in the heart have we become seeking light in darkened times, but what can we find but burnt out or neon light above every doorway blocking thought let alone peace of mind. We seek to fall as our fore fathers before us, let there mistakes pave our way to the future. Let there ideas fill the schools with hate even this time this day, racism such a weak subject with bitter solutions (we are all the same except it) my time of argue is done I give up my reigns right now at screaming at the sky I will not get old in your clicks or cenacle thoughts. I will not follow those roads that could easily come before me, walk in shadows chasing fears like bats or fangs. We are only reflections of our wake our true essence is in ourselves we need to learn and understand at least goals other then ourselves, we have to understand everyone’s faults and watch as they turn away. Trust only once and understand that man bites. Do not be afraid of what’s next that’s the only good thing we have in life tomorrow and the freshness of it. Welcome all things from laughs to setting suns we always have the dawn. We speak to others with noses held high closed minded and full of self pride. We look to others in disrespect with our faces sour. We build walls so no one can climb them, and when someone gets close we still put them aside for our own needs and goals. Patience is some thing we all need to sit back and try to understand. Our social structure has become a mirage, never able to grasp the true sense of reality. Time has shown us that pride is not always the way to live, self respect is not a bad word but ego is. Ego is what is running our world and mans ego is the hardest to stand we are to arrogant to see what monsters we really have become. Violence is our worlds little dirty secret. We have gone beyond desensitized our children see more death then they need, our heroes are drug addicts and crazy none you would trust alone in your home. We have been living around television shows for to long, tivo, dvr, this box I am writing on now our entire window to the outside world and what a filthy screen I see. What do you want for this world, think it positive, and imagine a better place. With enough people that dream can happen. Forget about the ipod talk to a stranger smile and give eye contact. Life is to short to walk with eyes down, ears full of our life’s soundtrack, be mindful of others even a little could change another’s fate. forget about past mistakes we all have them and can not change a thing so we must accept that and move on enjoy your days and your tomorrow’s for we have little time to pick up the pieces [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 19 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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