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[aid] => mick
[title] => Story and poetry
[time] => 2004-03-23 18:17:22
[hometext] => exagerated segments of my life and mind
[bodytext] => Blue sky of June The dark sky, the sky of autumn The damp the dry the love the lie the disease the fall the hope the loss the love the loss the pain the cost the smiles as we part and everything else is lost Like two hands split apart We slide together We cut and rip and we hurt and we sink Green trees surround me and picket fences crown me I ride my bike as my loves watch As they let go I ride I miss my shoulders more each day Dark green trees on a lake in September 1997 And I let another destruct button be pressed And I still missed my shoulders they were vacant And as I walked past the lake i ignored life Blue sky the bluest sky of the summer The dreams of the green sporadic evening light And I am Daisy And I am he and I am you I am 1920s I am the future and I bury the past His name over used and your taste still fresh on his And your breath still surrounds him and his words are written and his smile is commentated Car crash silver and red spread around the evening green It seems everything’s reverential and that’s the way I want it Stormy dark blue sky as deep as the Welsh sea On a bus in the west I guess I was looking for you from the top deck Seeking the vixen seeking the night seeking my eyes Dear stormy rain - make me Moses Make me split, let me go this one alone You were sitting there and I was trying not to care But you, you were just sitting there talking to your best friend And all eyes were on you and you knew it, didn’t you? Why didn’t you look up Did you know my name? Tell me baby did you know my name? Now I hunt for the yellow to fill my pockets To caress my heart and take away my carcass So take me to the circus baby, to the place of the curved To the blurry, to the stars, to the ground to the lost and found [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 51 [informant] => Overstated [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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