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Array ( [sid] => 144474 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => 7AM [time] => 2008-08-10 00:03:19 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Two days
Four moons I haven’t
Seen and eight times
I’ve lost who I am
Math isn’t important nor is reality.
I’d like to create my own world
And not be told
That my
Words
Don’t
Shape a thing.
My mind can control
Enough of what isn’t real
To know that reality is an
Ill sister of hell.
Or maybe my own fallacies
Have forced upon myself
A reality so true
That four nights could pass without rest
I have my own world to control
And I doubt
Many others have given a thought
To what they
Are or what they can
Control
Which isn’t much
If they can’t think
An ounce of a false truth or
Possibly a mislead lie.
Can anyone on this planet
Judge what is a lie or fake
Or what is real?
I am as fake as they come and I hope
The world can realize that
Reality is too. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 73 [informant] => catz77 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

7AM

Contributed by catz77 on Sunday, 10th August 2008 @ 12:03:19 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

Two days
Four moons I haven’t
Seen and eight times
I’ve lost who I am
Math isn’t important nor is reality.
I’d like to create my own world
And not be told
That my
Words
Don’t
Shape a thing.
My mind can control
Enough of what isn’t real
To know that reality is an
Ill sister of hell.
Or maybe my own fallacies
Have forced upon myself
A reality so true
That four nights could pass without rest
I have my own world to control
And I doubt
Many others have given a thought
To what they
Are or what they can
Control
Which isn’t much
If they can’t think
An ounce of a false truth or
Possibly a mislead lie.
Can anyone on this planet
Judge what is a lie or fake
Or what is real?
I am as fake as they come and I hope
The world can realize that
Reality is too.

Copyright Â© catz77 ... [ 2008-08-10 00:03:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: 7AM (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Monday, 11th August 2008 @ 10:52:13 AM AEST
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surely, by now , we all know that control is merely an illusion. . . & reality, personified. well, the choice is as individual as we all are. if you are displeased, simply choose again, my friend. perspective is one thing that's very real. . . & awareness. . . & degree. . . & emptiness. . . & every manner of subtleness you can imagine. ahh, but the universe is persuasive & the blanks sparkle oh, so pleasantly, insuring our endeavour. but choose & choose & choose again, my many talented & poetic friend. peace. elle

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