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[bodytext] => Orange & brown, red & yellow, The mood is quiet & mellow. Leaves fall from every which way, Dance in a trance in the heat of the day. Clouds collapse & re-group, Wind becomes strong yet soft as warm soup. Colors & sites we yet have to see, Blame me if there is need. Control the pleasures of life, Control the escapes we get with a knife. The house is filled with fire, The writings are burning, Wake the man inside the fire, After the done is left but mourning. Hear music coming from the desert, Run towards it faster. Keep on running before it goes, Keep on running until it shows. Can you really say you’re happy? Can you demonstrate it sadly? Awake my dreadful past, Go out & change every thing you grasp. Start a tribe in the heart of your mind, Away & away you look to find. Nothing appears in the eyes, Nothing seems ok in decorated lies. We won’t worry of the fire & wind, We wont think of consequence of committing a sin. Respect what has been, Or destroy what I’ve seen. Choose what’s a fable & what’s real, Choose whether we share together or just conceal. Awake once more, Rejoice but what for. Are you truly ready? Is it hard & steady? Sweat comes running down me, Hits my eyes & blinds me. You must lead the way, Be my eyes & promise you will stay. The mind will soon be getting colder, The colors will fade into nothing but white, Everything will fall in place & order. Chaos will calm all through the night. Hold my hand & walk through the slow time, Hold my soul & remember that it’s mine. Black pearls in my mouth I taste, As the disappear the time will waste. Should I do my acts now or never? Should I dream all the time & forever? Never the less it’s all done at the end, Whether I did or didn’t it all to well to conceal, All to well for a friend. All to well for me to feel. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Ranchan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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