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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Stardust Got a pocket full of stardust, got a bottle full of air. I would have saved myself a drink, but lost the hope somewhere. Down to my last inkling of trust, I laid it on the track. I never took the time to think, now I can't have it back. Keep my sunshine in a locket, while it dangles from a chain. While I face the world a mannequin, behind a tinted pane. My name's not on the docket, still I swear I'll make it through, See, I've learned hard my price for sin does not apply to you. And so I squeeze the trigger of a gun holding but blanks... I'll never get forgiveness, but I'd settle for some thanks. You, the shovel; me, the digger, leave a ragged trench behind In a garden of shared loneliness, with no exits to find. A madman's maze, a candle lit, what hope is left for me? A right wall trick? A dead man's lie? A date with Destiny? If I could only handle it, I'd absolve myself with truth... But, oh my soul, truth's but a lie that died within my youth. And so I scorch my eyes again, staring once more at sun, Ritual of man who can't forget the awful things he's done. Still, if I lose my sight in vain attempts to reconcile... The stardust in my pocket will still paint, for you, a smile. Michael Anderson |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sounds like you are slowly, but surely creeping toward a better place. I saw glimmers of better days ahead . . . quote: ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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