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vermin and scamper
Contributed by
lostrelic
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Tuesday, 14th March 2006 @ 02:44:29 PM in AEST
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a series of pain flashing like a midnight storm
harvesting thoughts of absence for the love i have shown
dragging chains of regreat in hollow halls of neglect
watching pictures peel from years of sun fade and empty eyes
wondering threw my room of insight knocking on doors of opportunity
only to find empty shadows filled with quiet voices
i holler down the halls the force flashes cosmic dust
a sparkle in a darkened hall a seral effect
like diamond in a mine
in difined afterthought of palaces and kindoms
of those who rule and who serve
a slumber idea defined the horizion of freedom
we are all drones flying to a beat
unable to process the kingshead we follow with out grain
with want of control and rules but warrant without meaning
thought and touch without taste
with want of feeling i lay on the rusted floor
swallowed by acts of vermin and scamper
all around feeling not alone
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Re: vermin and scamper
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 14th March 2006 @ 04:23:32 PM AEST
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get on top stay on top.. a lifes journey trying to make it uphill. Your poem really is very picturesque. Dark lonely hall, we bound ourselves in chains, we see a small glimpse of happiness, of achievement, we look toward others, we drool in greed, we had something once, we did not know, we go on trying to find better, we come to a stop, we quit, we lay down to die.. what is left but emotional bugs eating us alive, we are not alone with pain, do we reach out or stay down on the floor. what is it that we want in our lives using no models, only our hearts to tell us, what is it. do we rip what we love to get to it, dragging down other dreams not our own, or do we find in ourselves what being in control is, to be on top without disturbing another soul. You are the writer, I am the reader, this is what you poem made me say.. good write too..
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