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07-17-2010 at 12:14:18 PM
  • epiksonik
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In dreams

Drunk. By myself. Remembered what a true friend said to me.

Guess what?

Decades on earth does not equal wisdom.

Touch another's heart and make them weep, because -

..your hate is too much...

Their tears become laughter and how dare you consider :

A nefarious place outside of the bond.

- You may be anti-deist, atheist, or self-involved -

But you are not allowed to tell people they are wrong!


Ever.


Do you understand ?

That I could eat your idea.
Opinion.


Crazy disrespectful damned illusion.

How dare you.

They are wonder and angels and please,

please,

do not suffer their kindness with your cynical illusions.


- Lest you be denied....


Duh.

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07-28-2010 at 06:54:46 PM

RE: In dreams

depth in stupor. Nice write and from depths one can't dwell but for one!

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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