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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gibberish
[time] => 2005-05-09 14:39:05
[hometext] => 3:44 a.m... states of delirium, concepts of a sleepless mind...
[bodytext] => Sunday morning lethargy, Rubbing more sleep into my eyes, Lullabies of soft rain and Mozart, Leading me to fantastical dreams… Fragrances of the past, Grandma’s warm apple pie, Soothing lavender hands, Mama’s hands, Peppermint and tobacco, grandpa’s favorite pink shirt, Blooming roses, a hint of jasmine, Me… Dancing to the rhythm of dreams, Ballerina spinning tales of freedom, Piano whispering Clair de Lune in the wind, My Child of the Moon weeping for Hope, Lost in a playground of night and fantasies… Sipping cups of sunshine, Smiling at nothing, Gazing down the horizon line, Quiet contemplations, Of poetic release… Reveries of Autumn kisses, Vagrant solitude, Dead leaves waltzing a tango of reds and browns and oranges,, Comforting songs of cool breezes, And Vivaldi’s Winter, low and somber in the distance… Instead, I get searing beatings of the merciless sun, Harsh cries of summer… Leaping from one world to the next, Subject by subject, reality to fantasy, Illusions and dreams, infinite palace of beauty, My mind… Monday morning restlessness, 3:44 a.m.… I blink my eyes, the day is gone, And I return to my barren home, To my lonely pen, So I can bleed, My ebony gibberish once more… [comments] => 4 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 60 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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