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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Door to Doors
[time] => 2004-11-16 01:26:14
[hometext] => An abstract idea, put in a poetic shape and form...... kinda long..... hope I didnt screw it up too much......
[bodytext] => A door No floor White room Curiosity blooms This door proped up in front of me Nothing left nothing right Endless nothing all in white I walk past the door to the other side Not through but arround the door of pine Once I walk past theres the other side What is this door carved with pride? I open expecting to see what was already seen But to another place where I have not been Is where that mighty door did open A fantastic discovery is what I was hopin Many doors arround the first Curiosity gained new thirst This new place all draped in white A hallway of doors cloacked in light Where do they go? From where did they come? A magical place for me A wonderous place meant for one This alcove of doors They open not to a land afar But a past, my past Knocking me ajar I see what was already seen In these doors My memories I find myself traveling the path I have traveled once before It seems so distant Yet exciting to explore I see things and laugh I remember times and cry I open every single door Never questioning why This room of my life Doors to my past And the hallway doesnt end No door is last So I keep opening and closing Never waining in my mission Every single door Never missin Then I turn a knob, Not ready to flee And I see myself looking in Staring back at me I wonder what this could have meant This door must be for the present I am staring at my time in this hallway of thought And remember the emotions it brought The rest of the knobs turn Turn, but do not budge So I tell myself they are for tomarow And hope they will contain much This wonderous place I hope to probe once again To see all of my life From here, from there, from then [comments] => 5 [counter] => 283 [topic] => 49 [informant] => kyletycz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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