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[aid] => mick
[title] => the man who whorships the sky
[time] => 2010-05-23 09:29:15
[hometext] => this for everyone who works and lives in the city and longs for the times when they can escape in to the wilds of the country beneath wide open skys.
[bodytext] => I know a man who worships the sky He says he's a bird and like a bird he can fly. He spreads his arms and says they're wings hums a melody and softly sings Like the first bird in the dawn Like the first cry of a baby being born And he wanders through the lonliness of a world deaf and blind To the chaos that is gathering inside his fragile mind. He clasp his hands and says a pray Fixes the sky with a loving stare Oh glory be Oh glory be! We're one and the same sky and me. And come the week end he'll head in to the hills to dream his dreams away, A lone bird flirting with the sky and on the breeze he'll sway, With the mighty eagle soaring kissing sky, caressing clouds He thanks god he's far away from the chaotic city crowds. And he lays there in worship of the endless sky needing no artifical means in which to get his high. And when he wakes up it's to the solitude coming down Puting off for a moment more a return home to the town, Sitting there in the twilight as the day comes to an end Then bids farewell to his one and only true best friend. And tomorow he'll greet the city streets with a rare and unconvincing smile, Ignoring the places and the faces as he walks along the square mile. Into the glass highrise block where sky is nothing more Than dusty shadows dancing on the boardroom floor. And if he makes it through another day he'll hang his head and sigh Looking forward to the week end when he'll see his beloved sky. Now I know a man who worships the sky And he's a better man than you or I. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 126 [topic] => 21 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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