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[aid] => Mick
[title] => °°°Mirrored Destiny-1°°°
[time] => 2003-01-02 09:00:00
[hometext] => This was written due to a past real life experience of mine that i had right after the WTC fell, It has to be written in a sequal because it's a poem that tells a story...it's a mixture of 3 things that i was going through at this time in my life. I wanted to help those in need even though they were refusing any more help than they already had, I was trying to let the man of my life know that through all the sadness that he was surrounded by that i was there for him as he had written me a suicide letter, and in the middle of me being their the things i learned about life, feelings, and humanity will stay with me until the very day i die...
[bodytext] => I took a trip once for my true love in life
And to help those in need at a terrible time He scared me with suicide letters he dared So i drove to Manhattan with my love and care .*. The view on the trip was a beautiful sight I never seen leaves red, green, brown, yellow bright The colors that splashed on the highway's dark side Were then covered with darkness and cold rainy nights .*. When i arrived there were cold busy streets And a wall full of beautiful painted graffiti I tried to look deep in it's colors so bold And feel the deep pain of the pictures unfold .*. I then saw a woman on cold wet concrete She was laying alone with her pants to her knees She knew i was there as she slowed down her breath So i got her some help , she'd almost reached her death .*. I saw an old lady with no shoes to wear I took mine off for her to show her i care I gave my shoes off my feet for hers so bare And my soul it sang melodies while i was there .*. I walked a bit farther to find Central Park Where i knew i'd be sitting outside in the dark I sat at the place i told him that i'd be I watched all the people walk right on past me .*. The rich offered money for new shoes to wear And the homeless they gave me their food to share Most everyone says that New Yorker's are mean But they showed me some kindness that i've never seen... .*. The spiritual feelings that came over me Will forever stay deep in in my heart that bleeds I waited for true love to show me his face And he walked right upon me with beauty and grace .*. I sat there and i knew he had his own pride I stood up and looked at him right in the eyes The depth of my love made him run from my sight He chose our true love's destiny that very night To be continued..... [comments] => 12 [counter] => 264 [topic] => 31 [informant] => OreO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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