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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Great Art of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain
[time] => 2012-04-25 11:56:13
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[bodytext] => The great art of life is sensation To feel that we exist, even in pain That's why I paint this masterpiece with shades of my own blood After inflicting several deep cuts to my arms I wipe the leaking blood from my left arm My right hand is now a red ink pen I start writing, free-rhyming A chain of non-restricted words in one line "The blind lime chimed its fine juices inside its mind" "Outsane went in sane's brain and maimed its grains causing insane and unbearable pain" No sense makes no cents But it makes millions anyway Didn't comprehend what I just said A perfect example would be when Bush was a 2-term president I know approximately nothing bout politics But I do know he was bullcrapping while in office But back to the subject What subject None in particular really This poem is a scrambled rubix cube It's probably taking longer than normal for you to put these colors together And it's a lot simpler than you think Well here's the secret... The Plain fact that you trying to put the colors back in its color group That alone is what makes the rubix cube worth something Whether it's easy or hard to do You're trying to do it Same thing with life No matter how people observe you They're actually observing you... Which makes you Somebody [comments] => 1 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 19 [informant] => Blackheart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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