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Sparrows in a Hurricane
Contributed by
poisonpen00ad
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Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 03:10:51 AM in AEST
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All these things
are bottled up inside
When a man thinks too deep
he drowns in his own thoughts
Why not try to guess the color of the wind
Will it drive me to the brink of insanity
Trapped in a test tube
Victim of gods failed experiments with humanity
Set fire to this bridge
As I stand in the middle
Can a lock of your hair keep me from falling to the jagged rocks below
Can I use it to catch myself a lion
Flapping our wings
like sparrows in a hurricane
Using hollow points
to ease your pain
See the world through my eyes
Read the scriptures backwards
String theory gives way to M theory
But neither have unraveled the universe
Bruno was burned
because he knew the truth
So I speak to trees
they can keep my secrets
I cant think of anything else to say
so maybe Ill put it off one more day
Cyanide under the tongue
to cure my pounding head
If you never hear from me again
I must be dead.........
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Re: Sparrows in a Hurricane
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by brokenwings on
Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 03:15:46 AM AEST
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this was a lil crazy but it made sense to me, it was very well written. i liked it alot..
keep it up
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tasha |
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Re: Sparrows in a Hurricane
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by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 07:43:16 AM AEST
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| awesome poem, well done |
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Re: Sparrows in a Hurricane
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by Maxximus on
Monday, 3rd October 2005 @ 04:31:20 PM AEST
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| this was a very ecclectic poem that covered a wide range of things such as despiration, self scrutiny, and distant pain. As varying as the stanzas were they were all connected under the fact that thinking too much can drive a man to insanity or brilliance. But then, who is to make that distinction? Well done- you got me thinking there. |
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Re: Sparrows in a Hurricane
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 07:52:13 PM AEST
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Life is very much this way, the thinking jumps all around, our hearts put it in order. I look at the air, I see nothing, yet I see everything.
I love this poem, it makes sense to me, we are on the same wavelength. That is good.. no, you are very much alive... you must be, for my heart does not lie.
Raquel Leah :D |
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