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Sieze
Contributed by
letssaymike
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Saturday, 23rd May 2009 @ 11:12:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
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I am amassed, swathed and swept,
Under the bubbly cloud of clean wet wool.
My thoughts reverberate throughout space,
I hear joy, classic for me,
I am gently forced,
To sport a truce,
The conflict insignificant, no metter how huge.
I immerse myself, suddenly, the great wind erupts,
I am relaxed,
I lay deadly still as my skin is carrased, cleansed
Free to roam
My hand flys higher than any bird,
Thrashing from side to side like an incensed
Thundering whale.
I am dampened,
But not my mood,
Images flood to me, at ease, at ease,
Carpe Diem, not for me now,
Not in this world.
I am the creator, the producer, the dictator,
I will end this, when I am done,
But I fear not, I can create this world again,
This haven, my haven again.
I will sieze this again.
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letssaymike
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2009-05-23 11:12:57]
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Re: Sieze
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by The_Phantom on
Saturday, 23rd May 2009 @ 06:55:44 PM AEST
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Strong write here, I really enjoy the read. Well done.
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