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[aid] => mick
[title] => Empty Highways
[time] => 2005-03-14 02:30:45
[hometext] => I don't know what I'm saying ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => I grieve, and the Tv screen is a black forest opening to rain; the trees sprinkle leaves over the tired grass, ferns spring up at root and base; I walk, my reflection and the rain coupling brothers fighting to be free. I need you to understand, I can no longer dream. The window is quietly closed, slamming the front door the screen door blowing in the wind. The wind picks up; paper, cigarette butts, and leaves paint my effigy, spinning spinning spinning, a green and white stripe along the edge of the world. I close my eyes and all... and all... and all my poetry is said and done and all the world... and all the world is begun again, and I remember the first word I wrote and every page is seeping into my skin and every sentence is caving in caving in caving in caving in caving in the roof hatch the forward motion up above the sky... and the skies breath is its last breath. The sky cannot bleed my color my creed my understanding my indignity; the lights are on, the sun is shining and I, I take it all for granted. Poetry is the last ditch effort. It is loves intensity falling away from love. How can I begin to explain? How can I make you understand? You deny the truths set before you... they are set before you waiting, they are set before you just as my eyes my voice my profanity is set before me waiting... waiting for me to see and change and continue on my way better than before. Each word Each space Each breaking of my thought Each day and night I sit awake stripping my flesh of all of its life until I am naked on my bed uninformed unaware drained and waiting for an empty sleep so i can sleep and dream (to dream again!) and dream what i might dream on some empty highway going north west south east walking straight forward into the burgundy black and blue horizon of my life. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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