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[aid] => mick
[title] => number 2
[time] => 2006-03-07 19:03:59
[hometext] => once again but and the last
[bodytext] => There twice lived a man that dwelled in the bricks Not happy or sad or a man full of tricks He lived lonely still but surrounded by red "I will never decide or forgive you" he said He watched from a far all the people live well He wanted to join and come out I could tell But he sat and he stood in his place of one He was tired of life and could tell he was done So I came again to his palace of solitaire And climbed to the top which was once again bare I called to him as I did before He looked at me and my little heart tore He was sitting around a pile of life Trying to glue it he worked with such strife He was crying but mad at what he knew he made Trying to remember but it all seemed to fade Saddened that he had forgotten how Life goes by quickly, tomorrow is now He could recall a time with such ease When life seemed so fun and it was never hard to please But now he just waits for end to be near Something to look forward to and nothing to fear For most of the day he just watches the wall But for an hour a day he can walk very tall He marches around with bottle in hand Not caring about the world or its grand He is brave and so proud and weakened by none Mind is sharp but also clouded by sun I spoke to him with a friendly voice He looked at the ground as if no other choice I unfolded my arms and sat up very straight Then he looked up at me with such a strong hate “I am sad too and with passion and hate You can never erase and start with clean slate But with imperfect actions and sad little lives People can still concur and put away knives No one will be perfect and they will be lacking lots But give someone a chance to undo old knots Find the in-between the whole is too rough Put out you liquid strength and anger to snuff" He looked at me as though he was to reply And he glared at me with his naive and his shy He knew the words well and I agreed to an extent He squirmed around and kneeled with legs fully bent “I am a man that was never put upon With many I have burdened and sat right on I can’t undo the past or right what I have wronged So I will sit tight and not seek what I have longed With bottle in hand I will be always here Never to change and always pegged weird For the moment not alone and I am always the one right I never have to opinion or love or to fight" I can’t say I object or speak with less ill A man full of regret punishes himself still I would join the man if I was as foolish as he But world left full of things yet to see I will say it now and I will say it again I will never return to see my lonely friend But that is a lie and I will come soon To visit the man filled with such doom A glutton for thee I must admit For a wonder of the wall and willingness to sit For a treasure was found in a man with such weak A man in his wall and no curiosity to seek He will drink his drink and sorrow feel A person with nothing, not even love to steal I will say my good byes and nod with such end But I will see you soon my sick weathered friend. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 66 [informant] => boobiepeach [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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