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7AM
Contributed by
catz77
on
Sunday, 10th August 2008 @ 12:03:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Two days
Four moons I havent
Seen and eight times
Ive lost who I am
Math isnt important nor is reality.
Id like to create my own world
And not be told
That my
Words
Dont
Shape a thing.
My mind can control
Enough of what isnt real
To know that reality is an
Ill sister of hell.
Or maybe my own fallacies
Have forced upon myself
A reality so true
That four nights could pass without rest
I have my own world to control
And I doubt
Many others have given a thought
To what they
Are or what they can
Control
Which isnt much
If they cant think
An ounce of a false truth or
Possibly a mislead lie.
Can anyone on this planet
Judge what is a lie or fake
Or what is real?
I am as fake as they come and I hope
The world can realize that
Reality is too.
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catz77
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2008-08-10 00:03:19]
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Re: 7AM
(User Rating: 1 )
by elle on
Monday, 11th August 2008 @ 10:52:13 AM AEST
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| surely, by now , we all know that control is merely an illusion. . . & reality, personified. well, the choice is as individual as we all are. if you are displeased, simply choose again, my friend. perspective is one thing that's very real. . . & awareness. . . & degree. . . & emptiness. . . & every manner of subtleness you can imagine. ahh, but the universe is persuasive & the blanks sparkle oh, so pleasantly, insuring our endeavour. but choose & choose & choose again, my many talented & poetic friend. peace. elle |
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