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[aid] => mick
[title] => Perception of Perception
[time] => 2007-08-20 02:55:17
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[bodytext] => Without, why is it I can go without Yet Im left here bleeding when I have it all No foresight of loss, if it's gone then it's gone A half moon crescent completes the circle of the sun Braindead in your wisdom, it's only just begun Revolution without movement Immitates the back hole sun Movement and enrolment you believe you have control Not knowing we are children, we are not yet whole Without knowing or caring where it is we are from The moon, venus, or even the sun Are we starchildren who lost way in the fun Or are we reptlians proclaiming it's begun Spend some time to pretend you are blind Move around in your usual way It's not so easy, it's not so kind Do you notice the difference Are you starting to sway We are seeing what they show us We're believing what we're seeing As if the door I am opening it really exists The hand I am moving I know it's not really there Perception of our own lights reception Projected by the mind we are as one What you see I am seeing What you feel I am feeling Molded, sculptured from when we are young Without having a chance to realise who I am I'm told and I'm showed what I am, where I am What to do, what not to think or to say Conditioned to be just another man Follow the plan laid down by a hand which is not my own For example you train a dog to give it's paw In the same way we're trained to give more Punished by the fear of our life How do we fear this when we know not what life is Perhaps life is death, and it's death that will free us Without knowledge of what greets us once this life is over It's amazing how we fear this, then again it's not us Now I'll stop rambling and leave you to your thoughts Remember to think when you find the time To consider your position, remind you who you are Maybe you wont find the answer that you're looking for But this realisation just might be the beginning The beginning of the true recognisation That we are not giving in the way that we are living We are just wasting this life which we've been given Maybe just maybe if we all take control Of our individual meaning,we might just become whole [comments] => 0 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 21 [informant] => tiggytom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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