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Array ( [sid] => 82266 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Nothing in particular [time] => 2005-01-31 10:15:08 [hometext] => Slapped together as a random thought, on that note, hope people can see more than just the words =D [bodytext] => ridiculous setting for modern life. cities, supermarkets, television and automobiles.
unaware of the social chains that restrain us. i feel the longing for working in fields.
easy travel makes a mockery of distance. easy communication jokes with the sense of relation.
i know i am alive, but am i worthless or powerful? is my life cause for celebration?
i am told that i am loved, and like a parrot i repeat; but in my heart i do not know what i feel or even am.
self awareness is the supposed height of intellegence but what to do with it is the question i must answer to be a man.
familiarity and similarity is my vice in this constant tumble on the slope of reality.
moments drag on forever but pass so quickly and i feel like im close to the edge of fantasy.
too quickly does the thought loose shape and all thats left is the fleeting feeling.
pinch me, love me, hit me, hold me... how do i know im not dreaming?
save me save me, the unanswering voice of universal tones
always in touch but utterly alone, the cursed mobile phones.
inside i seek the light of kings and eternal sense of well being
without the high my life seems at an end and simultanous beginning
metaphysical truth and peace is what i seek
impression and emotion so difficult to speak [comments] => 2 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Dreama [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Nothing in particular

Contributed by Dreama on Monday, 31st January 2005 @ 10:15:08 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



ridiculous setting for modern life. cities, supermarkets, television and automobiles.
unaware of the social chains that restrain us. i feel the longing for working in fields.
easy travel makes a mockery of distance. easy communication jokes with the sense of relation.
i know i am alive, but am i worthless or powerful? is my life cause for celebration?
i am told that i am loved, and like a parrot i repeat; but in my heart i do not know what i feel or even am.
self awareness is the supposed height of intellegence but what to do with it is the question i must answer to be a man.
familiarity and similarity is my vice in this constant tumble on the slope of reality.
moments drag on forever but pass so quickly and i feel like im close to the edge of fantasy.
too quickly does the thought loose shape and all thats left is the fleeting feeling.
pinch me, love me, hit me, hold me... how do i know im not dreaming?
save me save me, the unanswering voice of universal tones
always in touch but utterly alone, the cursed mobile phones.
inside i seek the light of kings and eternal sense of well being
without the high my life seems at an end and simultanous beginning
metaphysical truth and peace is what i seek
impression and emotion so difficult to speak




Copyright © Dreama ... [ 2005-01-31 10:15:08]
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Re: Nothing in particular (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Monday, 31st January 2005 @ 08:41:51 PM AEST
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I liked this. I can relate


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Re: Nothing in particular (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Monday, 31st January 2005 @ 08:48:55 PM AEST
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I liked this. I can relate


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