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hallowed be thy name
Contributed by
catharsis
on
Sunday, 28th August 2005 @ 03:54:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I am only a hollow block of wood,
With not one but half a dozen strings attached from hood to foot.
I'm hollow with nothing inside me.
I'm in stress; I want to break free.
So I stretch my arms but can only feel the burden crippling me.
It has become a part of me, as it is nailed to me.
I cannot break free.
I'm hollow with nothing inside me.
I'm more hollow than I feel;
But I hold on hoping something will come out of me.
One day a wind blew reverberating within me
& echoed throughout that I had so much within.
With each string, prose or poetry all begin to sing.
I can speak of what no words can mean.
People make a living out of me.
Joy or sorrow they all share it with me.
Now the world dances to me.
I found everything when everyone found everything in me
I'm hollow with nothing inside me.
I found everything in nothing
Within me I feel there is perfect harmony.
There is everything in everyone, no ones hollow not even me.
I'm the guitar, I see myself in every one who are tuned to me.
Copyright ©
catharsis
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2005-08-28 03:54:19] (Date/Time posted on
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