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[aid] => mick
[title] => Contemplations
[time] => 2004-11-24 16:12:37
[hometext] => `Just some contemplations... we are often caught short of our own abilities.. for often we will untimately discover that we are indeed less than we are suppose to be...for we are never as in hopes and never like in dreams'.
[bodytext] => As I sat alone through the motions of days my gaze oftime wandered inside, deep within me and for a brief, lonely moment I sometime would catch a glimpse a faded image from a dream. Upon remnant splinters broken mirrors of self cognition I thought I saw what I was what I used to be am I still? A slightly handsome lad whose confidence filled his words overweight he might but dreams does let him fly. Upon stars his hopes were pinned charging boldly the unconquerable nights the sun emblazoned upon his heart as he struggles to encompass the days before the coming of twillight. A poet at heart a soul of longing and love sensitive to the touch to the feel and taste of life. Armoured in perfect reason and armed with fearful logic he would ever stood his ground upon whatever topic. What ambitions he had to grasp this world as his no distance would dare nor contentions to his prowess. As a Colossus he stood once among his peers a stern and mighty figure who led the vanguard crests. He lived ever for the challenge to bravely dare the world for the worst and craven he seeks to turn the tides and in turn defeats. Where goes the confidence? Where goes the dreams? Where goes the hopes? Where hides this lad? For indeed I see him not but for glimpses that may those lonely nostalgic moments when memories are out at play. I sometimes wish for him to remember if mine's the name the pride of all that was and the remnants of what may the remains of what I was used to be was I ever? am I still? Alas he slips about to appear once and only slight but to disappear into the dark and hence to vanish into the night. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 237 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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