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Point Of View
Contributed by
Nazmythian
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Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 01:04:10 PM in AEST
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Authors Note : I was at a concert just this last Thursday, I saw the Goo Goo Dolls, and Counting Crows. Well, as the 'Dolls were on stage performing, I heard the whisper of a line form in my head. Now mind you ... I have nearly always got a writing utensil and a small notebook with me ... but I couldn't imagine needing them at a concert, so I left them behind. But this line ... "We're all naked underneath our skin" ... wouldn't leave me alone ... so I borrowed a pen and wrote it on the back of my ticket stub. And as I stood there watching the Goo Goo Dolls ... I had my own music competing with theirs, in my head. I had the first four stanzas memorized before they were done with their set. It was a most amazing experience. Oh, and by the way ... if like me, you were unaware of what the Counting Crows can do in concert ... They are incredible. I was totaly blown away !!!
Point Of View
You dress yourself Up in your own sin Ah, but were all naked Underneath our skin
And I Can see Only you
You try to hide Behind your eyes But the colors of your soul Cant be disguised
And I Can see Only blue
Youre standing there Beside yourself Your feelings conveniently Placed on a shelf
And I Can feel Only you
Now youre so proud Of your disguise Its a multilayered tapestry Of interwoven lies
That I Can see Right through
And you fear your own reflection Everything it makes you face Decisions of the past Those memories time cant erase
Still I Believe In you
Though you lost yourself Somewhere along the way And youve been searching for direction Ever since that fateful day
Know I Can see You through
And the grass is always greener At least thats what people say When you live behind a wall And never open up a gate
So I Can get To you
Yes you dress yourself Up in your own sin Oh, but were all naked Underneath our skin
And I Can see Only
. . .
You
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Nazmythian
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2006-06-24 13:04:10] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Point Of View
(User Rating: 1 ) by Archie on
Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 02:07:49 PM AEST (User
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| This is a very purposeful poem. I come to expect that from you nowadays. Great write! |
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Re: Point Of View
(User Rating: 1 ) by American_Beauty_in_dixie on
Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 02:33:08 PM AEST (User
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| I definately liked this.. |
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Re: Point Of View
(User Rating: 1 ) by vickyx26 on
Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 03:46:18 PM AEST (User
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wonderful, loved this alot, had to read it again !
It struck a chord with my life! :) |
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Re: Point Of View
(User Rating: 1 ) by NoSaint on
Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 04:37:59 PM AEST (User
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wonderful...would love to hear with the music
NS |
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Re: Point Of View
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 06:54:35 PM AEST (User
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Well, scotty ... you done good kid! lol
This is incredible and the lyrics are brilliant. I would love to
hear it sung! I can see you there ... at the concert ... in
the dark ... with your ticket stub and borrowed pen ... lol
One word, snazzy- remarkable!!
~Breezy |
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Re: Point Of View
(User Rating: 1 ) by lovingcritters on
Tuesday, 27th June 2006 @ 09:21:41 AM AEST (User
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Naz, this was so unique, naked physique.
And so true for today too!
Behind masks, behind walls, no feelings, few tasks. People are so scared, too frightened to show themselves, so they become some one else.
I love the journey's you take me on Naz, this one was spectacular!
And Thank you dear friend all your comments on my poems.
Warm love
consue |
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