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Contributed by
Val
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Thursday, 17th April 2003 @ 04:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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How could it be you tell me
rocks turn to stone
from where we are born
is this a dream or is this life
is this a dream cut with a knife
I don't understand
how there can
be another life
in front of me
because I see that this life
was given to me
but sometimes I think
sometimes I dream
sometimes I don't know
which world I'm living in
sometime it seems all so real
next thing I know I can't feel
what is real and what is not
somehow I feel I forgot
roots from the ground
pushing their way
is this just another theory
sometimes I feel that the dream is so real
sometimes I feel that this life is a dream
how could it be how could it be
when all that I have is all that was passed
and all that I am is part of the grass
escape from this world just a farce
I know that I’m putting the horse before the cart
things living in my memory
I know that what I see
things referring to thing once were
sometimes they just seem to blur
oh no I think I’m right
oh no turn off the light
oh no I think I see
what is directly in front of me
oh no I've got to run
Oh no I've got to run
from reality
because it's making me
sold my soul many times
religion is the crime
it speaks of things so true
of timeless hue
but then it perverts
those things are not inert
they try and scare you
scare you to death
they try and prepare you
prepare you for death
but I know that there's something
that has no name
just an eternal
an eternal flame
the religion say don't sell your soul
for you will go to hell
it's so black and white in books
but life has so many smells
They make you think you are the only one
and that everyone is perfect
or that all are evil
and you are the only one left
religion makes you alone
religion turns you to stone
religion perverts the truth
religion corrupts the youth
you can't really sell your soul
it's just your mind that's all
you think that you have done it
and it can feel that way
but then you see an opening
to another day
hell and heaven and purgatory
all just place that you can see
you don't have to look very far
you could shoot the moon
or hang on a star
the only bad thing about it all
is getting obsessed with the whole
your mind is what you can change
your mind is what you arrange
habits become so hard to change
but you know that your the way
and though you try and find some friends
we all know you can't pretend
don't sell your soul to the devil
that's what they say
and then they revel
playing God playing fools
come on man there ain't no rules
religion makes us fear what's here
and want to go somewhere else
but I think there is no place
and that nothing's changed
so many years
so many books
so many places
just take a look
and now it's all repeating again
the same old song and dance
the modern man tries and tries
tries to make a stance
he says we will build a new society
based on ideas of freedom and humanity
that sounds so good in your mind
but who really has the time
the workers work and slave for them
while they rake in the dough
the anger builds and builds
until the damn is broke
war erupts like volcano seeds
both sides demonize and call each other weeds
that they must pull to save the pure
the innocent victims oh yeah sure
tell me who is innocent in this life of ours
tell me who is innocent in this life of ours
innocence was just a dream
in the womb of a submarine
innocence was lost they say
but I say innocence was never had
there was always something bad
and something good
and something in between
but at times you forget
and you were just yourself
and then one day you went to school
and then learned all these rules
your mind was fogged
your vision broken
something was gone left unspoken
but it was always always there
just buried in your soul
then they said you must beware
you must have control
the war inside brewed until it bust out
you scared yourself and all your friends
they thought you mad and made amends
no one understands me that is what you said
no one understands what is going through my head
you want to scream you want to shout
but in the walls you always doubt
you want to rage you want to run
but the systems got the guns
what are you going to do
don't you give in they say
stand up and make them fall
David and Goliath tall
but then you realize
that no one's on your side
you are fighting all alone
for things you want to hide
and then one day comes
and you must admit
that it was all just bull*****
it meant so much at the time
but now it's different
now it's a crime
don't put me away
just for what I say
I know it's so hard
to give up old beliefs
but when you really take a look
life has never changed
it just keeps on flowing on
despite all your rage
everything that ever was
is always there
but now there's dirt
when once was hurt
and you feel estranged
your spirit is weak
your soul is low
you fought for causes
put on a show
but now your older
and all so alone
and all that you want
is to build a home
have some kids
of your own
and teach them
that love is strong
that they don’t have to be anyone
to feel loved like the sun
Copyright ©
Val
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2003-04-17 16:25:00]
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Re: No Title
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by Daniela_Maria_Violin on
Thursday, 17th April 2003 @ 05:46:24 PM AEST
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| Wow, that was long... but very well written... good work! |
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Re: No Title
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by Kindredblood_dragon on
Friday, 18th April 2003 @ 09:35:56 AM AEST
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that was a long read, but a good one.
But I thought it sounded more like a song than a poem. well thats my opinion, Bravo on the poem. |
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