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[title] => The murmurs of a once bitter heart
[time] => 2004-02-25 01:44:34
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[bodytext] => My travels taking me to fields of grass and wandering to myself where’s it all going to end? The hands of time winding down taking parts of me as my mind opens like a cover of a bible to reveal what it is I think of most showing the one true me and I get sadden by the results of my actions. All I’ve done and all I will do not a thing matter when I’m with you. You treat me as an equal but none of it matters. Our conquest limited to my abilities coming up with disabilities to make excuse for my friends taking care of the problems of the hills. Greener pastures I look to find exploring the depths of my heart and further more my mind my poetry my vessel taking me to new highs that drugs never could, my world in tatters I teach all that I may my purpose to do as I start a new. You read my words everyday as they present themselves to you my talent a waste. Where do I go? Where can I find myself again? I arm myself with nothing more than a pen and paper my fight has just begun. You may not realize what I’m fighting for but I do. I fight not for me but rather you. You who have yet been born. My gift is not my gift it is my skill, my art for the world. Things are not carried on into the next life that’s why you gotta give them up while your alive. Nothing belongs to you. Smile now with blissful ignorance the world will take care of you as will I. Give all that I can before the day that I die. The hands of the clock clicking hypocrisy in my ear. Why bother when the clock mocks me to try and make it good when I can give it up for a much better reward. To see your smiles and have you happy is my goal even if it means I must give you my world. Feel my heart and taste my soul, to protect the world and speak to them is my goal. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 43 [informant] => ThePunkPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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