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[aid] => mick
[title] => Looking Back
[time] => 2004-08-03 21:55:59
[hometext] => (Sestina)
[bodytext] => Remember when we were young and cool hanging out in the park all hours of the night away from home, thinking it was wild, to be away from the traffic in the streets where we could perform our dance by the light of the moon and sing our songs to the stars. But we got older and found other stars shining around us, like the music of cool, the sounds of a saxophone blowing light and heavy through a hot summer night. The beat of drums pulsing out on the streets and the music became a call of the wild. And we wanted to be free and wild, not rebels without a cause or a clue, but stars in our own rock and roll videos out on the streets. We wanted to become the ultimate cool ones, the banished children of the night worshipping the darkness, cursing the light. We ignored our parents, who made light of our dress, to them we were only wild teens with raging hormones out all night, running and raving beneath the stars, racing loud bikes and fast cars and acting cool in school due to the peer pressure of the streets. But they did not know of the heat on the street the pressure of youth to break away, to light up and blow a joint or to down a nice cool beer, to pop a pill and chase it down with 'Wild Turkey' or to take a trip on acid to the stars leaving troubles behind and to live for the night. But we became lost souls of an endless night, wandering in a perpetual cloud, no stars to guide us, and all the signs on the streets said, ”Dead End.” We searched for a light to illuminate our path through this dark wild jungle of the mind, to endure the heat of cool. And as the hip and cool nights faded at dawn, we learned that being wild in the streets never matched light of the stars we would never reach [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 69 [informant] => pvd [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )
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