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Camaraderie
Contributed by
Euphoria
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Tuesday, 3rd September 2002 @ 06:28:16 AM in AEST
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There are cores to the inner soul, my friend, Here is a third eye of peculiar vision, There is a part of us under the raiment of skin and flesh, Where we still rest in our mothers womb, Its a materialistic world my friend, Where want is the beginning, desire the end, And every dream is but a dream, Like golden fields and childhood days, And life my friend, our forlorn life! Is all yet just a web perceptions, A fairy tale for you, a crusade for me, Its a game of viewing reality, The world is Shakespeares stage my friend, Where act after act, scene after scene, A crowd accumulates and I loose my position, I stumble fumble and in all this loneliness, I forget my lines, Friendship is like a sanctuary my friend. It is like a cradle in the heart of heaven, And if truth be its aura, fidelity its soul, Its like an intangible mother who holds and consoles, You stole me from the cold claws of silence my friend Brought me out to dance in the rain. Stood with me on that brilliant summit, Shared my dreams, my tears and fears, But are you a butterfly my friend? Are you that reverie that has to go? Are you really as close to my core as you are? Are you really my friendmy friend?
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Re: Camaraderie
(User Rating: 1 ) by Phildel on
Tuesday, 3rd September 2002 @ 08:30:32 AM AEST (User
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Ooooh....I likes it! I likes it a lot...I've often visualised the soul or self to be similiar...full of all these corridors and intricacies...hmmm
thanks for the read,
Phildel xx |
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