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[sid] => 43552
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Past life, Split Circle
[time] => 2004-04-16 19:03:16
[hometext] => A dream
[bodytext] => There I stand, in ancient chaotic Japan Sword in hand, knife in sheath I await the time for my release My feelings, conceived in anger Written in blood Drift around me As I stand in the mud Now it is my turn, to show my power To show my hate To show my promise To show your fate I dive from high above How I got there, was from the power of love I first sink my knife, just inside the circle This is my own ritual And then I throw the sword by my side Missing just outside the circle, it confides I land to see my work Looking in every direction to see the faces of dirt I then leave my sword, as most would not Only walking by it, and touching the handle I had wrought I then go to pick up my knife Knealing by it, I remove it from the dirt This is how I display my life But not without hurt I bring the knife to my inner arm And cut it there, I mean myself no harm But to show to them, who I am As I resheath my knife, and walk past them Continuing down the land My pace is steady, my blood does drip But eventually I find her My true love, my wifes lips. AND THEN I AWAKE...!!! This dream of mine, was it fake? I could not tell, perhaps I had made a mistake All I know is what I feel And the life I lived before me ..........Was real..... [comments] => 0 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Matsukaze [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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