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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Music: The Call of the Wild
[time] => 2004-11-28 22:05:02
[hometext] => This is dedicated to Euterpe, the Muse of Music
[bodytext] => I want so badly for you to flow from my fingertips like the blood that flows from the space where my heart used to be. The tick-tock of the metronome is now the beating organ that gives me life. When I hear your call, I feel at the center of myself the Energy that wants (needs) to violently escape and show itself to the World as colorful light that no human has ever seen. The strumming of the guitar, for which I'd sell my soul, can be played by none other than the Devil himself, for only true Sin can take such an instument and pluck those strings with fire that creates the sound, the voice of pain, that dances so lovingly on my ears. Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder only if those who behold have died a thousand deaths. Lyrics and melodies become veins from which I drink. Euterpe, be my Vampire and take from me pain and joy, bits of being Human, and a lot of being more than Human. Take this ugly form, I surrender. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Nardo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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