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Array ( [sid] => 162512 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The western sky [time] => 2010-09-27 22:00:44 [hometext] => Always, Abraham [bodytext] => There is nothing left to say. The world cannot touch me. Loneliness has eaten my bones. I am a disfigured reflection, the lamentation of a dream unfit to fly, an iron heart broken by time.
I am alone, uninspired, left with nothing but hands that cannot clasp with strength the fingers that can no longer dance across the page, or tap against the glass the music of my soul.

I drive my fingers quietly, conservatively, with no fervor, no adoration. The world cannot touch me. I have no memory left of love, no circumstance to innervate my fingers cry, nor sorrow to unravel the opus of my soul. I am a thirst quenched, a flame extinguished.

I have begun to grow old. I can no longer see the world with eyes adorned by youth and the foolishness of its provincial love, I can only whisper at the dreams that at one time scattered and twisted across my lips.

Still, my soul yet rises at the couplings of color across the western sky.
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The western sky

Contributed by iodinelove on Monday, 27th September 2010 @ 10:00:44 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

There is nothing left to say. The world cannot touch me. Loneliness has eaten my bones. I am a disfigured reflection, the lamentation of a dream unfit to fly, an iron heart broken by time.
I am alone, uninspired, left with nothing but hands that cannot clasp with strength the fingers that can no longer dance across the page, or tap against the glass the music of my soul.

I drive my fingers quietly, conservatively, with no fervor, no adoration. The world cannot touch me. I have no memory left of love, no circumstance to innervate my fingers cry, nor sorrow to unravel the opus of my soul. I am a thirst quenched, a flame extinguished.

I have begun to grow old. I can no longer see the world with eyes adorned by youth and the foolishness of its provincial love, I can only whisper at the dreams that at one time scattered and twisted across my lips.

Still, my soul yet rises at the couplings of color across the western sky.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2010-09-27 22:00:44]
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Re: The western sky (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 27th September 2010 @ 10:31:26 PM AEST
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This reached my heart my friend, very powerful, moving and incredible poetry here.

Michelle

Re: The western sky (User Rating: 1 )
by longhaircg on Tuesday, 28th September 2010 @ 06:49:36 AM AEST
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Soul tapping, beautiful work indeed.
SP

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