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[title] => I Sail
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[bodytext] => A block of vision Blurs an image of red liquid to clear This paint Which I smear with my fingertips is cold This paint I gild it into the wooden floor In my solitude I laugh at My solitary existence Collapsed on my stomach I begin to fear this Red paint on which I lay Painstakingly I laugh Only to plunge into A land of nostalgia Into nostalgic feelings of my childhood And my life now The ’ palaver Of it all- Having the notion Of no nostrum Noxious I stop smearing the red paint And watch its Cells increase Like a bath tub Filling with water The paint begins covering the mahogany floor To a royal carpet A block of vision clears an image of red liquid to blur I inhale deep And hold it I listen To the music of my nucleus Drums beating Pleading for my lungs To exhale And labour Softly The polluted air Drums from Metallica Beats in my Nucleus And in its chocolate centre Marvin Sings his torment Quiet footsteps Hustle around But they’re Drowned out By my unnatural nucleus that coz I’m not there- Instead I roam In my boat Sailing in that red liquid paint- Searching, searching for the cure Of my neurosis Then searching for the map To journey to my Nirvana A place where I wont get neurotic about things That scare the out of me I sail I sail in my red liquid paint [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 36 [informant] => ruby1987 [notes] => .......Edited for language by mod_6....29-02-04 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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