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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dont Have The Voice For It
[time] => 2006-09-16 14:02:40
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[bodytext] => Why... do you ask me to do these things? Write me a poem and tell me what it says But I dont have the voice for it Give me your heart, but do you really want damaged goods? Make love to me... Lay your seed into me... But I am working at the plant trying to plant a garden of cabbage to pay bills I got pressure that makes diamonds and crack the coals will Not even thirty and probably need some of them ding a ling pills You ask for the rhythm but I dont have the rhyme You ask for eternity but that's not enough time You ask for the grit and all I got is the grime And I'm not throwing you to the wayside But as an aside, my pride has been conflicted with additions of addictions that cruise into more impossible missions Girl, i'm stressed... I got the weight of Apollo and the world on my chest Monkeys harlem shaking on my back And dum... dum... dum... A heart that beats to it's own drum That shakes like a junkie who cant find a score That breaks like levees do on the poor And more unreliable than goverment officials who thik oil equals war Sorry... I aint that political But the medication got me more than a little satirical It's not typical... Sometimes I feel trapped in six sides of steel wondering, pondering... It's not just work, it's the work that's put in Is what you ask a mask and you want to take me to task for an ass you knew in the past? At long last... we getting somewhere But neither here nor there is the place where your heart takes care And I would tell you... Shatter you preconcieved notion with a witches potion that promotes emotion But I dont have the voice for it... More than a metaphor, i'm messed up rightously And there's no similie or reasonable facimilie to bring me out of this instability I think the world is buckling Or maybe it's me Just yesterday I looked in the mirror and my reflection cried I look in the sky and the sun must have died And I'm just watching the television seeing if the revolution is going to be televised But all I see is Dave as Rick and Rick saying "Cocaine is a hell of a drug" And I want to yell to the high heavens what real hell is... But I don't have the voice for it [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Boobee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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