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[sid] => 76285
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => nothing left to say(truth)
[time] => 2004-12-17 23:22:23
[hometext] => this is the result of 3 hours sleep 12 hours work and an overall stormy mood
[bodytext] => There is nothing left to say no future to cast before the endlessness the inevitable silver hairs the uncontrollable salivation dripping on a dish of red and blue i see a painter painting black painting the recklessness of youth painting the young sea's storm even it is far from truth black is a color that i can see red and yellow ribbons on green and white cars violet obsidian velvet vermilion horses running through a golden field i can imagine the abstract vision the impractical the illogic of my verse so i repose there is nothing left to say the world is a bitter face a fecal stench of love and money worth the rot of all of my poetry the truth is the truth is in the bag the truth is a dead child the truth is a dead friend or more the truth is in the living living to be dead Chernobyl's children dreaming dreaming dreaming twisted and burning in their toxins in their bed twisted and burning and lets see whats on TV this is the truth write your poetry your empty love your casualty write your apathy your despondency your need there are Russian children dying in their schools there are Iraqi's dying on the street Israelis Haitians Cubans the Africans my beautiful lions dancing and watching the bloated bellies the barren, scored throats and running noses on the street and we buy and buy and buy and we tack and nail our tree and we laugh and we laugh and we laugh and we will never stop laughing the truth is the only poetry the only unloved ill cared for unopened raw kindled words upon the gash and blade of page after page we write romance pain sorrow seclusion and anger we are liars in our bed on our pillows boxes of books mildewed and closed away forever we are fools bathed in fools blood in wretched love of life and deceit the cars pass by the cell phones never stop ringing our daughters are whores our sons are junkies and perverts our sons are junkies and perverts our daughters are whores again i repose a need to fill the empty spaces the empty lies of my lies of my heart written in my own urinated denial more truth love is forgotten all we share we share desire and want and need and suck it all away we cry we scream we kick we our nightmares fallen falling faster our people are dying and all we think and see is sex and dreams of pleasure all we live is fashion and nonobservance of our own indomitable lives the truth is there live the lie the truth is there i weep and rip the curtains from my wall the posters and paintings the books my only my only love... and then amidst the truth the walls come crumbling down the scar in my side comes to life i double and strain against the pain i close my eyes i close my eyes [comments] => 1 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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