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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. 
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The struggle's interrupted by the dancer, she is waiting and her innocence betrays her to the motive for the dance. It's not really in my nature to to remember that I'm dreaming in this lucid state I feel like I've awoken from a trance. I'm enchanted by this dancing girl, who seems to move quite slowly stirring to imagination the desires of my heart. How can I communicate, the useless gestures I'd perfected now no longer hold their meaning and could cause her to depart. As I study my surroundings that are mirrored in the distance , I quickly realize the ether cannot bear my weight unless. In my limitless condition, I can first traverse the temporal and discover what is limiting perfection in this mess. She is mystery incarnate she is swaying in the breezes to the rhythm of my breathing she is all in all, but yet. I am lost inside an echo of the moment I was dreaming and until I smash the mirror I can't live and soon forget. Windowless and suffocating with my self imposed hypnosis I become the thing I'm stocking in the darkness of my will. And yet the dancer spins around me softly cooing words of wisdom and I long to finish waiting and begin again, until... .................................................................................................................................................................................... .................................................................................................................................................................................... ........................................................Stumble We stumble along don't get to see just where it was we thought we were going we pattern our walk after our peers share all the pointless delights of not knowing who was waiting here where are all the hipsters estranged one more wasted year, cheap veneer only the styles have changed And after the feast rest here a while taking our time and beginning to notice we've managed to find nothing to do a moment or two our minds in a lotus who was waiting here where are all the hipsters estranged one more wasted year, cheap veneer only the styles have changed |
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rad802 Member
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???????????????????????? I have no idea if anyone is reading this or the other two. On my web site http://bestpoems.ucoz.com/publ/3 it tells me how many time a poem has been read. |
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