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Array ( [sid] => 150465 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Seeing Through My Eyes [time] => 2009-06-04 15:53:16 [hometext] => ( [bodytext] => There are disasters waiting to happen
My self worth dangling between life and death
I wish I could wash away ignorance
and bleed away intolerance
I wish my eyes did not flicker injury and fear
If only my heart did not grow colder
and my innocence faint

I know I was destined to hurt
so that I could awaken fresh and new
baptized by the wind, the fire, the rain
and the acid of the summers
So snow could fall on my skin and paint poetry in my head
I have lived a fool so I could see the fools
everyday disillusioned by their reality.

Love has ravaged my heart
and burnt up my past, like photos on fire
memories ablaze, photographs becoming nothing but ash
I found you amongst my own ruins
trying to salvage a long fallen temple
your white hands drove life into my bitter soul
You were a prophet who made the walls cave in

The world is but a candle flame
hot, potentially devastating
yet one breath could put it out
one drop of rain
We put our lives in the hands of such vulnerable soil.
We live in fear of a death
that is already eating us alive

We've been dying since the day we were born [comments] => 2 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Inevitable [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
Seeing Through My Eyes

Contributed by Inevitable on Thursday, 4th June 2009 @ 03:53:16 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



There are disasters waiting to happen
My self worth dangling between life and death
I wish I could wash away ignorance
and bleed away intolerance
I wish my eyes did not flicker injury and fear
If only my heart did not grow colder
and my innocence faint

I know I was destined to hurt
so that I could awaken fresh and new
baptized by the wind, the fire, the rain
and the acid of the summers
So snow could fall on my skin and paint poetry in my head
I have lived a fool so I could see the fools
everyday disillusioned by their reality.

Love has ravaged my heart
and burnt up my past, like photos on fire
memories ablaze, photographs becoming nothing but ash
I found you amongst my own ruins
trying to salvage a long fallen temple
your white hands drove life into my bitter soul
You were a prophet who made the walls cave in

The world is but a candle flame
hot, potentially devastating
yet one breath could put it out
one drop of rain
We put our lives in the hands of such vulnerable soil.
We live in fear of a death
that is already eating us alive

We've been dying since the day we were born




Copyright © Inevitable ... [ 2009-06-04 15:53:16]
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Re: Seeing Through My Eyes (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 4th June 2009 @ 07:02:33 PM AEST
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Yeah, that last line? How true it is, isn't it?

We so want to cure the ailments of the world, do we not?

Much, much thought in this one. Me likes profoundness.

Thanks,

Tim


Re: Seeing Through My Eyes (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 6th June 2009 @ 06:31:26 AM AEST
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I agree, it was highly profound. the fingers of your muse seem to scrape away at the edges of reality and pierce through into the realm of dormant truth. or something like that. you offer something different to the bog-standard dross of many amateur poets. keep plugging away, you've got something there.

-Phil




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