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Array ( [sid] => 75542 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => freedom [time] => 2004-12-13 03:45:18 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I saw today, walking the canvases of love, the charcoal swell and sweat of unopened, plastic need.
I saw today the encarnalized, silver dirt of my reflection praying my name; the sweetest, golden gray making everyone the same.
I spoke today, the blood and blue stars of my voice bleeding the horizon; I spoke, and no one listened.
I am in rags today, consumed and raped today, desecrated and used today, and all i knew was true.
All I knew was hope; their eyes dead in me dismember me, disfigure me, consider me as I had been, as they in their birth remember me, what I am no longer.
There was so much love in me, the way her fingers crafted me, and sewed in me the proud and calloused hands that died for me.
What color now could call upon their blood and love for me? What color now could call their hopes and dreams for me? What color now would bleed, what color to color me? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 43 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

freedom

Contributed by iodinelove on Monday, 13th December 2004 @ 03:45:18 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

I saw today, walking the canvases of love, the charcoal swell and sweat of unopened, plastic need.
I saw today the encarnalized, silver dirt of my reflection praying my name; the sweetest, golden gray making everyone the same.
I spoke today, the blood and blue stars of my voice bleeding the horizon; I spoke, and no one listened.
I am in rags today, consumed and raped today, desecrated and used today, and all i knew was true.
All I knew was hope; their eyes dead in me dismember me, disfigure me, consider me as I had been, as they in their birth remember me, what I am no longer.
There was so much love in me, the way her fingers crafted me, and sewed in me the proud and calloused hands that died for me.
What color now could call upon their blood and love for me? What color now could call their hopes and dreams for me? What color now would bleed, what color to color me?

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2004-12-13 03:45:18]
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Re: freedom (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 01:36:48 AM AEST
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Hmm interesting and quite different, but I
enjoyed it nonetheless. I loved the part about
the rags and it was all over a great write.
Here's to a unique poem *raises his glass to
propose a toast*

Bobo (Joel)

Re: freedom (User Rating: 1 )
by Red_October on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 10:40:40 AM AEST
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Your words are as endless as the sky is blue. I hung on every verse of this, line by line, and I felt so empty at the end - maybe how you felt when these words were true to you. Your poetry is vivid and expressive in ways I am becoming addicted to. Tiffany J. (Red_October)

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