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[aid] => mick
[title] => Probably Just a Finale Rack
[time] => 2004-09-09 15:01:38
[hometext] => the longest poem i've writen, suppose its more of a story; but it was made in the clarity of consousness rather than the vividness off dream...and just fed up with the BS
[bodytext] => I do despair, for what touches me not, how could I care? And yet here nor there does much ado; The times have caste the end, and who? We all must go, the finale rack, The last hurrah, indeed we are, Come on you know Evolutions last There is no more….as back to the way things were before…you know the drill….and still??? So….. Here nor there do many care for the future is intangible, for what could they share? But in the last hour of the last day you will see all that understood cry, aplenty, Include I and your name here….., and worst yet, is to be the ones that knew of a change, and did not: A course to be taken that’s not mistaken any option given or taken?….for neither nor, you finale rack!!! So… At least remember this then and now, for last there is no change to make, but to prolong us few that care, share, and sometimes think that life is fair; No matter what impracticality; The Insanity a reward to wear, to ware, to where??? So What’s that I hear another rocket?!? Attached to that?!? Come on now we’ve done our best don’t light that……….oh please….and I thought to care???? so I spoke at once and could not stop a loving thirst for knowledge thus; Only to learn of nothing but assumption, hopelessly made in apprehension; What where when how who, was to know in all and of, that which to be and that which could…..we…..b? I know not, for I have seen nothing yet… instill seeking but then again who isn’t with nothing to show but more destruction n’ consumption, alright already lets light IT! SOOOO……. Seek not to know, for that glory is transitory; Stand firm with eyes towards the sky, for this is where the fire works show, our finally rack so; So insignificant, in comparison to the rest, but ours none the less; burn the bonfires smoke’m while you gottem, drink to woe and sorrow, for better times tomorrow, fear not divinity we’ve done what we could, in your last breath simply remember, WE ARE, were? PROBABLEY Just A Finale Rack (inspired by Kurt Vonuguet’s Hocus Pocus) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Eicherus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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