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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

A Piscean Conversation

... the people came
they saw no shame in this terrible game they played...
... and the children cried
for they felt the pain,

the emptiness

locked deep

inside.

... the businessman businessed,
the busdriver bussed,
the mother mothered while her little child fussed...

... the clock kept ticking yet no time was lost.

... the hungry stayed hungry,
the ill stayed ill,
the lonely lost hope,
time stood still...

... while all along the stars shone bright,
through many a storm,
through the darkest night...

... bloodstained hands escaped reprimand,
fickle hearts remained disguised,
innocence left experience arose...

... the world was coming to its demise.

... the waves of life kept churning and turning,
the fires from within kept right on burning,
and my dear heart never stopped yearning...

... lovers entwined in a tender dance,
a forgotten man who had no chance,
a virgin heart that now stood still,
a strong young man who lost his will...

Love.
Hate.
Destiny.
Fate.

The dividing gate.

Dark.
Light.
War.
Peace.

... a clear view of my foggy world,
a crisp sound of a muffled cry,
a tender kiss,
a bittersweet goodbye.

... a broken bridge to fill this gap.

... hopeless hearts prayed,
seekers lost their way,
while those who cared not never were led astray.

Paved Roads.
Virgin Paths.

... an endless wall in a borderless space,
an expressive abyss,
a blank dull face.

... endless questions endless doors endless paths

Always.
Seeking.
More.

... time stood still and the voices faded.

... crisp dreams,
vague realities...

Fame.
Anonimity.
Respect.
Pity.

a new beggining.

An End.

A Piscean Conversation.

Pink by Miz BoheMia :: 10:05 AM :: 8 pink souls

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