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[aid] => mick
[title] => Transmution Rogue
[time] => 2009-08-19 03:23:05
[hometext] => A poem about using energies and emotions to be stronger and learn from it. The ability to absorb feelings and thoughts to change them into tools of shaping the self and teaching others by showing them the ways to deal with things.
[bodytext] => I inhale the pain, laugh it all up inside. I have no need for fleeing, no urge to hide. This is the way my card was dealt-the way in which i confide. Seeking transmuter of energies, active changer of destinies. Always standing alone as one yet carrying this knowing as none. This blessing, this curse i bare permits moving freely. Never to close the hole in my soul by my own hand. To fill this gaping void is helping those needy. Let them see the light-crave it greedily... Alleviate their loneliness with someone to understand. This is just me-ready to lend a hand. Some want money, some cradle greed. My soul reaches out to fill another need. Few are ready to recieve the truths which i concieve. I make it my game-my way to stay sane. See them sorted by kind, seek those of similar mind. I expect to find none-always trying to impart knoweledge to some. This is my secret to beating life, my hidden gun. I expect it to atleast resonate with some. Am i the only one? So alone i am, floating in the sea of sane. Always ready for rejection-sometimes i get re-labelled for blame. Sometimes i am lucky, i give thanks when meeting others in my game. People, real people, understanding and willing, making the play worthwhile. Yet i do not cry when i see none, few have what it takes to carry the light gun. Few know the power they carry inside, food for false prophets-fallacies in which they confide. So ever readily im racing in time, this is my game, i do not hide. So i follow the follies of fate, carrying the key to killing hate. Everybody's got a choice-this my voice. Everyones got a meaning-this my reason. Churning abhorrence of confusion-makings of those i approach. In times where trampling truth is fun-how to reproach? Maybe all of this will make sense if i shouted any of it out loud. Properties of the next challenge-just another shroud. -Svw [comments] => 0 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 49 [informant] => Clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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