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[aid] => mick
[title] => Meadow
[time] => 2010-02-09 22:09:13
[hometext] => This is a poem abou those very special days in which I sincerily have the willpower to live life to its fullest and hold nothing back, my idea of true happiness
[bodytext] => I am a silent, flaming arrow shot into a dark, haunted forest full of tangling roots and vines that make you trip Every tree gives me shade but if I'm not careful i'll crash into one and brake In this eternal sea of shadows There is a fleeting patch of light Where the sun's rays promised to me by the bowman I am able to bathe in and relish in existence The meadow is clear of everything but more importantly, Of Everyone I could build a fountain of liquid gold I could douse myself in gasoline and burn up I could crash the stars against the earth in this meadow but not a single head would turn not a single soul would pretend to be judge and jury in the eternal trial of society The tall grass I am able to lie on and sleep, not until the drums of duty wake me not to jump back into the galleys, and row to the fabled island of triumph in this unwinnable game But until my eyelids are sore with rest A stream flows through it, irrigating the silent plants, gentle, steady This stream I am able to look into, and know where the water will take my reflection next And yet in my ecstasy I know the sands of time still flow and just as I stumbled upon the meadow one morning I will flash back into the forest into the thick, spiteful, adamant trees who thrive in this seemingly endless sea of black tar I can't see, but I have seen and I remember Only in the meadow it seems possible for the forest to recede only in the meadow can I conceive of plains and highlands, clear of darkness and malevolent traps And maybe, only maybe find an arrow that shares my path and will fly with me into the wild, blue yonder [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 54 [informant] => Obnoxious_Bread [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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