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Array ( [sid] => 46243 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Map Quest [time] => 2004-05-04 23:51:21 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Inhibitions, wrong decisions,
Made to break the mold.
The guilt directs, as thought connects,
Reflection in the cold.

A deeper cause, tends to pause,
And, masquerades as truth.
The beaten tide, now resides,
In the House of Ruth.

Deep respect, takes neglect,
And, puts it in a drawer.
But, its always found, when joy's around,
To keep you on the floor.

So, thoughts escape, to pillage and rape,
But, It's really not your fault.
Control's an illusion, in life's confusion,
And, hope sits locked in the vault.
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Map Quest

Contributed by JPMcMillan on Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 11:51:21 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Inhibitions, wrong decisions,
Made to break the mold.
The guilt directs, as thought connects,
Reflection in the cold.

A deeper cause, tends to pause,
And, masquerades as truth.
The beaten tide, now resides,
In the House of Ruth.

Deep respect, takes neglect,
And, puts it in a drawer.
But, its always found, when joy's around,
To keep you on the floor.

So, thoughts escape, to pillage and rape,
But, It's really not your fault.
Control's an illusion, in life's confusion,
And, hope sits locked in the vault.

Copyright © JPMcMillan ... [ 2004-05-04 23:51:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Map Quest (User Rating: 1 )
by n2dep2care on Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 11:58:11 AM AEST
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Very awesome poem

Deep respect, takes neglect,
And, puts it in a drawer.
But, its always found, when joy's around,
To keep you on the floor.

I love this stanza- always someone or something around to try and keep you in your place. Just when you thought it was safe. Truly wonderful write- not crazy about the title though!

Re: Map Quest (User Rating: 1 )
by boricuacd on Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 05:07:13 PM AEST
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very well written

Re: Map Quest (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 08:19:33 PM AEST
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i loved your poem; its very true in some aspects.
Control's an illusion, in life's confusion,
And, hope sits locked in the vault.

Re: Map Quest (User Rating: 1 )
by reprobate on Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 09:29:56 PM AEST
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hope is still here, within these words.
not too sure about the title...is there a hidden meaning that i'm not seeing. still, good job.
thanks for sharing

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