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With Each New Dull Day
Contributed by
Mangos
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Thursday, 26th January 2006 @ 10:21:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I am no longer ashamed
Nor am I still scared
I am not the one to blame
Nor do I seem to care
If you have bothered to remember my name
Dont speak it
For I will not be there
If you came to seek assistance
Or forgiveness
Turn around
Your not welcomed here
This is no longer your home
These are no longer your walls
Your belongings have been discarded
This is no longer your cause
Free like you always wanted
You are now completely absolved
I am not allowed to show you how I feel
I have been so ordered
By my voice
I am never to kneel
Thou shall not kill
But steal I will
To feel
Alive
I am not afraid
Yet I shiver uncontrollably
Unsafe
If you have come to your senses
Then let them fall once again
If this is how you are to be remembered
Then let the days not pass in vain
___________
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Mangos
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2006-01-26 10:21:40]
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Re: With Each New Dull Day
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by enigma on
Thursday, 26th January 2006 @ 12:29:42 PM AEST
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...I really started getting into the poem with the first four lines...
I am no longer ashamed
Nor am I still scared
I am not the one to blame
Nor do I seem to care
...but, then you took a different path than I was expecting...still trying to comprehend that path...my path has sort of dropped me into a hard deterministic equation, which isn't much different than life in general except you know that what is happening is completely the result of defineable causes which were themselves the result of defineable causes...it is an experiential dimension...experience determines future experience...duh! of course...that only makes sense...but, in reality, we don't control those experiences...we are simply part of it all...
...oh, well...it doesn't make life any less dull...
...stay healthy,
ron...enigma |
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