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The Escapist
Contributed by
slayer_015
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Thursday, 12th February 2004 @ 12:20:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I look into the clear night sky,
Searching the hidden face,
Of the amber moon,
As the grey whisps of smoke,
From yet another cigarette,
Escape my wanton lungs,
Causing the myriad of pulsating stars,
To dance carelessly in the haze.
I peer on into the darkness,
Above all awareness,
Beyond the bounds of my consicousness,
To a relm of golden freedom,
Freedom from all things,
Freedom from nothing,
Just free.
I am the escapist,
My thoughts are my own,
And poetry is my language.
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slayer_015
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2004-02-12 00:20:11]
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Re: The Escapist
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by Avarice_Riot on
Thursday, 12th February 2004 @ 02:24:39 AM AEST
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| Intriguing and interesting outlook. I absolutely loved it. |
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Re: The Escapist
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by EternitysLyre on
Thursday, 12th February 2004 @ 04:33:56 AM AEST
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Thinking the same thing. I love the night sky just as much--it used to be the prime theme of my poetic inspiration. But I don't smoke, because I'm not old enough nor rich enough to get a pack.
Indeed, I've been told before that poetry is an escape. And so it is...a realm of tranquil contemplation. Truly appreciated by few...
We are lucky.
Impressively done.
"Ephemeral dreams and perpetual ire; melodious lies from eternity's lyre."
~The Palatine Poet |
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