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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lead the Way
[time] => 2005-11-13 21:03:17
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[bodytext] => Cant bear to watch them dance I am embarrassed for them They clap But everyone is a sucker for a good love song I cant tell the difference Between movement and stagnation As deliberate confusion, cause and effect A body numbing, feeblemindedness, I am to accept There is no distinction in the light of day The stop sign is blinking The pedestrian has the right of way The footsteps leading down the corridor of decay Into the darkness that awaits Into the frozen time of a memory And he says: “ If this is the last step, before I drown I wish it to be worthy of the mud in the ground” Complicated by the lack of water That is soon to be found The drought of precipitation in dry clouds The amount of deliberation to no avail A circumstance of a pervasive tale Capable of turning the tides, Taking control back Starting with the high ransom Paid in full, and so he cries: “Take my possessions, keep my gold I wish not for material, but only to grow” Facilitated by economic misfortune The subway rider is left without a token To board the train he must risk a limb He must forfeit a whim to act in stride Or be gobbled up And digested from the inside Rennin to supplement the active enzyme Too many worriers Not enough warriors When too many enablers Turn to takers The loose fit protocol Designed to fit us all An outcast, he pleads for a favor: “Accept me into your crowd, your organization, endowed, The outside is forsaken, in-doors, behind glass, I beg for your protection, help me pass, erase, renew” There is no difference in assuming or having faith As fate interacts with the measly serving on the plate Takes what it wants back, easy, and leaves him to contemplate: “I am the nature, the hereditary byproduct, the organism, crawling to stand, feeding to grow, reading to know, needing to know, bleeding to know!, if not for me, it ceases to exists, the silence intense, the splendor of it all continues to shine and persist, I am the person I have always tried to dismiss” Looming in the foreground Stimuli discriminate From the shadow of the backdrop The backstop is luminous Shine through the peep hole inverted Stood up on the vertical end Shot down when released to the sky All that he had wished for was to dance like them And he moved about Pacing back and forth Right foot first out the door Neck dangling to the floor Eyes balls in his pocket Fluid filled socket He can not bear to look at it any more “ I choose not to see, what dangers await, what ego mixes with the shame, the guilt” -Harsh words for white milk spilt- “I choose not to feel, the obvious burn, the maximum potential, the minimum is learned, and in time, the redeemer will take his turn” Pessimist posing as an idealist When idealism is restless And on the verge of collapse Ensuring its burden is relentless Submerged are the drowning gaps Gasp of air in oxygen rich fuel The air pockets collapse Suck through a hose in the ceiling If the blue blood cells are to make the last lap The air outside is scarce as well “I can not breathe, the pollutants, the garbage, inhaled knowledge, too much predicting, nothing solid, fortune telling, palm reading, star gazing, in the hopes of gaining an edge, I can not breathe” The air replenishes a throbbing head, vibrations, Elation, smiles, taste the air, inhale the water, The stale bread leaves a bitter sound, the crunch of the maggot, A bunch of mealworms left to ravage, the population in terms, Of who once had it, and left it to burn, the badlands, never return, To full dimensions, not ever knowing of what was mentioned He screams: “Let me leave this miserable place, this mythical creature, stature so great, influence, and by the design of the gate, the lock fits the key, the hole in the heart is replaced. Let me leave here at once, and I shall do no harm, with my departure, I can feel alive, I can do no wrong, I can not begin to explain, how I have lead you on” __________ ____ _______ ___________ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 286 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 27 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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