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[aid] => mick
[title] => Distorted Quests and Guides
[time] => 2015-04-12 19:25:06
[hometext] => An idea I had today at work. I hope you like it.
[bodytext] => There was a young man walking along the Earth, He traveling eons, to find the source of his plight A ghost among specters that bore no notice, He was grabbed from a desert by Atlas's hand's might He was thrown into space, cast into the stars A wide-open prison where existence was the bars He threw every single fiber into a forward motion And landed home in the middle of the ocean Still he traveled on, his unrest not quelled For the future for him, he had no idea how it spelled There was a guide who came along on occasion And spoke to him, gave inspiration through persuasion Life had chewed him up, then thrown him in the trash But with every fiber of his being, and his spirit truly brash He climbed his way back out, he was no mere lout He fought the attempts to stop his quest, an eternal bout When the guide who came to him had spoken in his ear, "When you pray, as you often do each year, Keep your eyes open, as well as your hands, To see your blessing and take hold of them, upon these dusty sands." He was thrown into chaotic dismay, by words that were unclear "Guide of mine, why is your message, always words that are so queer?" The guide had laughed, and flashed him a light smile He saw humor in every single mile "I am not a guide to steer you in wrong direction, But an image, your own internal reflection." [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 31 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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