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[aid] => Mick
[title] => No Title
[time] => 2003-04-17 16:25:00
[hometext] => I believe in life after death and this is a little summary of what goes through my head each and every day.
[bodytext] => How could it be you tell me
rocks turn to stone from where we are born is this a dream or is this life is this a dream cut with a knife I don't understand how there can be another life in front of me because I see that this life was given to me but sometimes I think sometimes I dream sometimes I don't know which world I'm living in sometime it seems all so real next thing I know I can't feel what is real and what is not somehow I feel I forgot roots from the ground pushing their way is this just another theory sometimes I feel that the dream is so real sometimes I feel that this life is a dream how could it be how could it be when all that I have is all that was passed and all that I am is part of the grass escape from this world just a farce I know that I’m putting the horse before the cart things living in my memory I know that what I see things referring to thing once were sometimes they just seem to blur oh no I think I’m right oh no turn off the light oh no I think I see what is directly in front of me oh no I've got to run Oh no I've got to run from reality because it's making me sold my soul many times religion is the crime it speaks of things so true of timeless hue but then it perverts those things are not inert they try and scare you scare you to death they try and prepare you prepare you for death but I know that there's something that has no name just an eternal an eternal flame the religion say don't sell your soul for you will go to hell it's so black and white in books but life has so many smells They make you think you are the only one and that everyone is perfect or that all are evil and you are the only one left religion makes you alone religion turns you to stone religion perverts the truth religion corrupts the youth you can't really sell your soul it's just your mind that's all you think that you have done it and it can feel that way but then you see an opening to another day hell and heaven and purgatory all just place that you can see you don't have to look very far you could shoot the moon or hang on a star the only bad thing about it all is getting obsessed with the whole your mind is what you can change your mind is what you arrange habits become so hard to change but you know that your the way and though you try and find some friends we all know you can't pretend don't sell your soul to the devil that's what they say and then they revel playing God playing fools come on man there ain't no rules religion makes us fear what's here and want to go somewhere else but I think there is no place and that nothing's changed so many years so many books so many places just take a look and now it's all repeating again the same old song and dance the modern man tries and tries tries to make a stance he says we will build a new society based on ideas of freedom and humanity that sounds so good in your mind but who really has the time the workers work and slave for them while they rake in the dough the anger builds and builds until the damn is broke war erupts like volcano seeds both sides demonize and call each other weeds that they must pull to save the pure the innocent victims oh yeah sure tell me who is innocent in this life of ours tell me who is innocent in this life of ours innocence was just a dream in the womb of a submarine innocence was lost they say but I say innocence was never had there was always something bad and something good and something in between but at times you forget and you were just yourself and then one day you went to school and then learned all these rules your mind was fogged your vision broken something was gone left unspoken but it was always always there just buried in your soul then they said you must beware you must have control the war inside brewed until it bust out you scared yourself and all your friends they thought you mad and made amends no one understands me that is what you said no one understands what is going through my head you want to scream you want to shout but in the walls you always doubt you want to rage you want to run but the systems got the guns what are you going to do don't you give in they say stand up and make them fall David and Goliath tall but then you realize that no one's on your side you are fighting all alone for things you want to hide and then one day comes and you must admit that it was all just bull***** it meant so much at the time but now it's different now it's a crime don't put me away just for what I say I know it's so hard to give up old beliefs but when you really take a look life has never changed it just keeps on flowing on despite all your rage everything that ever was is always there but now there's dirt when once was hurt and you feel estranged your spirit is weak your soul is low you fought for causes put on a show but now your older and all so alone and all that you want is to build a home have some kids of your own and teach them that love is strong that they don’t have to be anyone to feel loved like the sun [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Val [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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