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[title] => A little Less Than Human
[time] => 2005-05-06 05:00:15
[hometext] => A love song for no one. (This took weeks, ugh. And I'm probably going to try and rewrite it.)
[bodytext] => "Hello, hello, please walk on by, I'm dreaming up my lullabye, So sleep will swiftly gather all my airs And like the evening, carry off, to clouds where conscience never scoffs The smiles through which our eyes become corsairs." ~Encomium. "A little shooting star remembers eighteen years of wishes, For on the day they all came true its lifelong work was done; An innocent memento, trailing furtive, endless kisses Across the sky in hopefulness though it was only one. Yet air, like ocean, never halts its soundless sway or swishes And time, like evening never comes in leisure but a run. "With lights cavorting, worries drowned by voices, color, feet Drenched in sapphire, soaked in jade and bathed in ruby-red Like alcohol, and whiskey-laced intoxicating beats Where Jazz itself the clock enchants and seconds freeze like lead Oh, where the shadows hidden, meek, in alcoves of defeat Reside is where I find my soles in solitude, instead. " 'Midst swaying, waltzing, prancing, as sweet time takes honey-hues While others chat the hours away, for laughter steals the night, The moon lost somewhere 'yond the roof, forgotten in the blues A final haven (for our souls abandon thought for flight). Yet if the dance floor frees from life reality, imbued It's dancers, 'cool ones,' on the left, leave one man on the right. "And drinks abound the sights and sounds as fragrances enflame; Where logic lies, asphyxiate, and passion enchants hearts A turn of fate reminisces the never-ending game Of fear of loss, and lonliness, where arrogance restarts-- The twighlight tincture, terminal, reveals that pride's to blame Why happiness and confidence and ninety miles apart. So hearing now my story, with my back against the wall, You smile, pacing timidly away from sharp acumen; And though my stance is ramrod-straight, my shadow seems to fall-- Of mankind's social voyager I cannot be a crewman, My wistfulness a stagger in the fever of it all; "For now you understand, I'm just A little less than human." [comments] => 1 [counter] => 246 [topic] => 64 [informant] => EternitysLyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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