poem - when you speak of Love

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Open Poetry #14

poem - when you speak of Love

PoemCrazy
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since 2000-11-30

Posts 159

0 posted 2001-06-02 03:22 AM

when you speak of Love, it seems like you think
it's something you can't have.

why not make your dreams real?
(dream in color, see in color - it's a technicolorreality)

we've always been taught that Love
is what we can't control.

just like gravity.  when it stops,
we feel like we've been thrown off the planet.

that's why it's fun.
that's why we want it.

who rides rollercoasters?
only those who dare.

(put your hands up and enjoy the ride.  scream if you have to.)

who likes the rides that only go 'round and 'round?
those who can't/don't/never learned to dare.

Love's not an "e" ticket,* it just seems like it.
there's really no ticket at all.

* the phrase "e-ticket" started when Disneyland opened, in 1950-something.  the "e-ticket" rides cost more.

(there is a point there, if you look)...tom

SilentSongs
Junior Member

since 2001-05-31

Posts 43
Mist of Time

1 posted 2001-06-02 04:36 AM

I applaud and agree in this
technicolor purpose
unfortunaly I have used all my E Tickets
and apparently like I their are
no longer available mere memories
of what was and might have been
Oh I can open my heart but none
can step within voids being
so intolerant and unhospitable to life

"The past my prison, confined in solitary voiceless penance."

PoemCrazy
Member

since 2000-11-30

Posts 159

2 posted 2001-06-02 04:52 AM

Hi!

i'll quote:

"I applaud and agree in this
technicolor purpose
unfortunaly I have used all my E Tickets
and apparently like I their are
no longer available mere memories
of what was and might have been
Oh I can open my heart but none
can step within voids being
so intolerant and unhospitable to life"

you still know the words.

and the "un/in" stuff, who knows?

if you dig a bit in the places you've forgotten, i think the first ones were green. But i read too much and it gets jumbled in there sometimes.

and your quote:
"The past my prison, confined in solitary voiceless penance."

i agree that typing stuff falls short of having a voice, but that's where it starts...tom

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