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Yep
Contributed by
tiggytom
on
Sunday, 11th December 2005 @ 07:52:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Oh how much Ive screamed
For the sake of feeling like you
Can it be right the constant fight
Does everybody else struggle like me
So hard to perceive how it is to be
Once so uninterested in thoughts of you
Now yet so twisted in your point of view
Hype is controlled by masses
Bought into sale by pounds of flesh
Regret in time, look at the mess
If you show them they will learn
Fake living as seen through screens
To allow no frontal creation
Numbed by meals, deep indigestion
Cultured in the youth of the old
Labelled by peers so much older then me
First impressions lead only to depression
To the eye of the beholder
Everything is true
In the hand of the non holder
Everything is cruel
Balanced once so easily
The need now for majority to rule as one
Forced into regression, no longer a threat
As thinking is over and theres no time to vent
For we as a people are no longer as one
So well just control your problem
At the expense of some
Copyright ©
tiggytom
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2005-12-11 07:52:51]
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Re: Yep
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by enigma on
Sunday, 25th December 2005 @ 11:22:51 AM AEST
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...this is exactly why I'm doing housecleaning...believe it or not, I spent all Christmas Eve and now today, Christmas Day, going through all my old messages and things, trying to get a hold on who has conncected and what they have created...I reread your comment and then went to your site and read "Yep"...exactly what I thought I might be missing...good stuff..
...that whole first stanza...I can relate big time...I got so twisted and contorted in their point of view...I absorbed all the condemnation, rejection, manipulation, mutilation till I finally had enough...but by then, it was hard to know what an unfettered life felt or looked like...
...freedom...what the masses call freedom is just a better tailored ball and chain...escaping the controlling energies that seek to smother our sacred individual autonomy is one tough, hell of a fight...
...if this is some of what you were trying to express, I got it...
...I mean to read more of you...
...blessings...
ron...enigma |
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