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[aid] => mick
[title] => SOBERISTIC
[time] => 2004-03-31 01:33:18
[hometext] => Very, very long. A story of suicide, pollution, and self recogning.
[bodytext] => The sky is pale blue hazy and fades to black. Servants don't even know out cast is the dawn. Under burning star lights, there's a comet over Earth. There's my ship going home. 39 dead- suicide in a bed. I'll die for you! Will you die for me? Patient doll life is short and all to real. I will retract back unber the rock, and stay here for awhile. We may encounter, You can come in, My door is open. 'Cause I built something new. I've found and made something for you. But right now I'm just a mess, up in my head. Still burning down that shed! And with this time it's starts a haunting. While the ***** machine just keeps accounting. Give me a tear, and I'll give you a smile. Give me a tear, and I'll give you a smile. With your solemn face silent. There are many things yet to see. There are a million places waiting to be. Come back, come back today. Come back to me, and stay a little longer. Just until we're both a little stronger. There's a window. I'm broken glass, I'm broken glass. AND NOW YOU DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND. Peace to the sides of the oceans, but under only knows, and it's now polluted. You figure two thousand years have now gone to ****? When servants don't even comprehend. Out cast is forever. Sometime after fame and death, sometime after the soldier stood, Outcast is again. As we look upon showers, and we look for golden lovers. We pitch back for another hour. Under skies so ******. I think they're pretty still. Pretty still. WISHIWAS:( Stand on scarlet lands, look to sea to find the plan. People die, people dead. Dance your dance on my grave and in my head. Shadows wild, shadow splendor under amp engaged. Where the dead are living. Pretty moon for the day. People look skies of blue. You can leave me, leave me here, and I will stand with this rose. Seems so slow with the world in motion. So I slide into my hole. When I feel dhirt falling down on me. We need to find a focus point. Something to keep the scenary people pretty, pretty people! Love some thunder, as we talk and ponderd of the sights that are under under skies so ******. SANCTION DILLUDED UNDER PAPER TRACT MIND. TOOK AWHILE FOR SOME TO FIND MY WAY OUT. Now I'm on the edge' with no way to here. Seems safety is an hallucination, while I walk under skies so ******. Sanction on the side of the mountain. Seems six feet under ground is my home. We walk down to the lake. As we look for creatures and we look for lords. We know them, we know they are watching. They're somewhere out there watching from the trees, from the night without a sound under clouds without a ground. We can hear the in the mist and crawling thru our heads. Under midnight skies, under skies so ******. Half lit moon over a blanket of ash. SO I THOUGHT AND I THINK. Stop for nothing, won't stop for you. No longer faith nor love. As I scratched the layers away. I find the world is against me. I know I am dead as I wait in my shell. Come on in, if you will. We may encounter, if you want. I will sit strong and proud. I will cry when you go away. I will feel like a mountain, because I believe strength is beneath the skin to keep me from imploding. So I swim over bridges and under rocks. Found so much under skin. Found angels and demon at the point I begin. I found I am dying, I am dead. All that's left is the feeling in my head. So I am crawling underground, and flying over clouds. Knowing there's something in the air melting into the dirt. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 265 [topic] => 4 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => news )
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