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Array ( [sid] => 177796 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => He wants to know where the Balloons go [time] => 2014-02-17 16:29:05 [hometext] => [bodytext] => See the sinking of the sun,
on its monumental beam.
Touching heights that are seldom seen,
in cold damp corners of an abandoned dream.

Watching the weather change from cloudy to you.
Balloons with filled imaginations sticking to the walls of children's minds.
A circus parade with those silly hats, and a candle made from love.

A grown tedious man watches the balloon like the sun float away.
Tasting the past, sticking to his mouth like the old songs that use to say.
Awaiting olden ways, never giving time for today.

A child passes with a taste for something more.
Chewing his passage of time with the greatest of ease.
He has no time to regret the bitter pill of times he will never know.
For the present is the gift that keeps on giving.
Only childhood toys litter the past behind him.

Both these sparks of life are as equal to the sun.
Beauty to rise and the grace to set.
Understanding that each passage, each new life is a tale for all to experience.

Life the chapter we all should have the ability to read from.
Regret is something we should learn from the young.
To live the way we want our stories to be told.
Never faltering on the lines thrown from another opinions play.
To be who we are, from caterpillar to butterfly.
Needing not the latter to see the grace of the first.

Both are learnt with time.
Something we all need to hold precious.
Since time is only an illusion.
To keep our feet scurrying to chase the hands.
To watch the face and wonder where the day went.
To know where the balloons go.

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He wants to know where the Balloons go

Contributed by lostrelic on Monday, 17th February 2014 @ 04:29:05 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

See the sinking of the sun,
on its monumental beam.
Touching heights that are seldom seen,
in cold damp corners of an abandoned dream.

Watching the weather change from cloudy to you.
Balloons with filled imaginations sticking to the walls of children's minds.
A circus parade with those silly hats, and a candle made from love.

A grown tedious man watches the balloon like the sun float away.
Tasting the past, sticking to his mouth like the old songs that use to say.
Awaiting olden ways, never giving time for today.

A child passes with a taste for something more.
Chewing his passage of time with the greatest of ease.
He has no time to regret the bitter pill of times he will never know.
For the present is the gift that keeps on giving.
Only childhood toys litter the past behind him.

Both these sparks of life are as equal to the sun.
Beauty to rise and the grace to set.
Understanding that each passage, each new life is a tale for all to experience.

Life the chapter we all should have the ability to read from.
Regret is something we should learn from the young.
To live the way we want our stories to be told.
Never faltering on the lines thrown from another opinions play.
To be who we are, from caterpillar to butterfly.
Needing not the latter to see the grace of the first.

Both are learnt with time.
Something we all need to hold precious.
Since time is only an illusion.
To keep our feet scurrying to chase the hands.
To watch the face and wonder where the day went.
To know where the balloons go.

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2014-02-17 16:29:05]
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Re: He wants to know where the Balloons go (User Rating: 1 )
by ArloDisarray on Tuesday, 18th February 2014 @ 04:52:22 PM AEST
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Wow! What an amazing write. So much nostalgia behind this. Makes me have flashes of being a child, and thinking all my dreams would come true. And makes me realize how much imagination and spirit we have as kids. And some of us are lucky to have some of that stick with us. But no everyone is so lucky. Amazing. Truly. i love every word of it.

Re: He wants to know where the Balloons go (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 19th February 2014 @ 06:32:06 PM AEST
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Time is surely an illusion, but regret can only be learned from the old, not the young. I enjoyed reading you poem.

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