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[title] => The Credits
[time] => 2004-07-25 00:49:50
[hometext] => Its sad, but I can only see my life as a movie...Just an ode to the many lives I have lived and somehow survived, along with a little love letter to Dan, who represents the culmination of my life, and makes everything else worth it
[bodytext] => I woke up to an intellectual puppet I woke up alone To the love of an electronic silhouette In a room of my own Held a couch hostage and made love to the cracks A camp sense of satin Holds a body thats beginning to relax Morphing into my skin Ring of fake rubies impersonates a fling Clinging and clutching Daring to dream, dancing with imagined gold And the credits will roll Swept away by a fabricated rouge Gives way to normalcy The death of a second rate bombshell's vogue Becomes wifely duty Foundation of home laid for security Emotions left to die No blazing name with graze Chinese marquee So for spotlight I vie In the dungeon's corner of mystic plain I claim as my domain In a web of wanderer's I found a friend And the credits will ascend Peace of a drug that you feel from inside Talent I can't disclaim A thousand reasons you give me to bestride A ticket to tawdry fame Conscience departs when you're four in a night Takes four to equal one Blessing or curse, insatiable appetite A fornicating glutton My open mind forgets to use discretion But leaves an impression As I exit my party world of pretend The credits denote the end I purge my mind and body members deaden Wipe my heart and soul clean Accept God's will for me at Armageddon But still fear the unseen A respectable job in a comely way At least thats how it shows Disolving away in monotonous decay Knowing that He knows Too weak, I can't resist a mixture of charm My service runs lukewarm Forgiveness for my worthless carcass I pray And the credits will play Invented a man, expectation supreme That no one could achieve Contradictory and given to extreme Faith fades, leaves me to grieve Rediscovering my power to create I willed his existence Flawless match to my psychological state Worthy of my credence Eternity's touch sprinkles our entity I found identity Before the credits dare threaten my mind I stop and press rewind For all of my lives, you're the only one I would retain And if you were a song, I'd play you all over again [comments] => 7 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 48 [informant] => brigitte7735 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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