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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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So long, so long, on my back I’ve carried past cares, happiness, till what was strong now weak and frail must lie as dead bedridden. The backbone of all that I am has drifted apart from the wheels that motivate me up and beyond the accepted and stringent confines imposed on all of mankind And underneath a ceiling stark white and of no interest I stare from within at love and know out there it’s the same as the ceiling above my head. The book on my right unread speaks of extreme ignorance and curtains drawn on the sun complete my assessment of love. Oh, to be up looking down equipped with the power of time to redirect each little movement and keep love’s backbone intact but love like me suffers dis-ease and is forced to retreat and heal. Pills have their way; I could get up today, but maturity brings to the fold the knowledge to wait and suffer till love has grown nimble and quick, jumps like a fox over disinterest, and enlightens the poor and ignorant to the beautiful light and healing power contained in the eyes of love. To those who stare with disinterest, refuse to read signs, and remain in the dark, perhaps it’s better that way till someone above looking down decides the who, when, and where, and jumpstarts your heart from out of the past into a brand new start! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you always have such a great outlook! |
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