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[sid] => 138401
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Lord I have seen this lifetime
[time] => 2007-11-10 11:26:40
[hometext] => -my first post in a long while- excuse me if i am a little rusty-
[bodytext] => I've tried to capture the stars, those muse whom i place upon those oblivion pedastals of wood and steel i burnt my mind and hands on their flaming fire i grew back limbs of hammers and saws with a mind long with cotton spirals long enough to let strangers ascend and burrow ever deeper, letting the cotton relax them there they sleep sleeping, ever draining me of relaxation and use of my tools for hands letting their dreams reverberate of the cotton dens and slowly seep from my tongue i can speak many languages but now touched with fire all i can mouth is flames I toiled to make myself a wooden coat shaped into the figure of a quiet horse in this form i am vassal to this will as my hair grows inwards choking me Lord! i have seen this lifetime! one late night while channel surfing it came to me in repeated flashes with gentle narrations until all i could do was close my eyes and let my mind wander into the screen i opened them to see the clock marked 7:30 the day of my departure, however i rolled and slept i have been left standing here with a growth on my back screaming words that have been delivered i turn and scrape and abuse my back only to have it escape me escape my clutches and the bed i have prepared for it i sleep in this bed that my tool limbs have made my hair wrapped around me providing warmth in an otherwise distant place i realise now this wooden horse was a means to an end words drive me at fast speeds through actions streets skidding at the turns while i hurl abuse at words with mine but my truth is it simply was not apparent [comments] => 1 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 61 [informant] => classicfailedhero [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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