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 Sep 16, 2004, 09:21 AM
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Caricature
My world is a caricature of the world I want The images I crave are reticent and pastel The pictures I see are bizarre and vivid The sounds I crave are dew drops on morning leaves The noises I hear are roaring jet engines The touch I desire is one of silk hands The pressure I sense is bruising constriction My world is an incarceration behind closed eyes, deaf ears, anaesthetised skin The darkness I wish to see is only the night But the black curtain is ruffled only by cosmological miniatures The beat of a thrush's heart would draw a tear When the banging drum turns migrainous torture The linked arms of lovers gently sleeping would remain undisturbed With no fricticious sensitisation from insufferable toil ©2004 Hey Hey |
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Sep 16, 2004, 09:39 AM
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Awakening Group: Basic Member Posts: 130 Joined: Sep 04, 2004 From: Texas Member No.: 3413 |
Profound, complete, and inspiring.
I wish I could escape the troubles and just be. I like the descriptions you entail in your words...very real.  |
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Sep 16, 2004, 09:42 AM
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Supreme God Group: Basic Member Posts: 7763 Joined: Dec 31, 2003 Member No.: 845 |
Many thank you's for reading.
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