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[sid] => 19856
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => just time
[time] => 2003-07-03 02:35:00
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[bodytext] => I sit single with loss of time, Meandering looking for the meaning to my rhyme, Space so vast and full of wonder, Yet I sit bored struggling and going under, Such technology of logic may be made, So many shades and ways to reach the jade, Diagrams of thought and marshaled eclipses, Something in the way, In the mirror and under my bed, Something ticking like a clock in my head, A reason or two to be, These same molecules like my name never let me free, Tired of tribute to the great ignorance, Smiles of lying teeth to greet, Walking by another dead body in the street, Leaders and habits of this scorned rock, Floating in space such a small dot, But its all we have and no more, Infinite I see, The art and music that comes to me, Like the lines of space and shapes to time, Floating around my mind, Success I gave away, Not wanting to work for this world in any way, Not to the puppet of me in their heads, Humans playing with grenades, Some sharp point of thought, A architect of mechanical design, Common to me as a banner, Many of them all made for the blind, Hope keeps the war going, To deal with the ignorance, Love, hate and starvation, A palette of being alive, Put into illusion, A call to arms, A warm cave with dead meat on the fire, Painting yourself on the walls, So tall are the walls, The history of growing up, Nothing short of a cycle in truth, What it could be to what it is, This is the question I pose, But how to know, facing death from the heat, I need water and something to eat, Bricks of the nations foundation, Swords and females, A crying Childs memories, The system bootstraps again and again, Will I be me in a few years, Only if I can stay alone, Sensation it seems is blind to some form of the eyes, Ice and kings, A ransom for all his fighting men, All this truth in ugliness and I ask, Will you be my friend, Can we have truth together, In such storms of madness, Can I hold your hand, Can I make this stay, In the time we have, Could you find a way to confide in me, Not to run but let yourself be, I can do the same, but without you its just me, Talking to myself as always with not other way for it to be, Its all I can offer and hope you see, Something better can come from this but only when you trust me, As a friend, [comments] => 6 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 43 [informant] => plous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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