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Irony

Contributed by iodinelove on Wednesday, 15th December 2004 @ 09:00:26 PM in AEST
Topic: poets



Those that stand now hear me
We are not ourselves
I plead we have no choice
We have turned to you
we have spoken what is always spoken
freedom burns within us
Your voice is our voice
that we broke the barriers down
yet can go no further
I plead we have no choice

We are beautiful
you see nothing in us
we see nothing in ourselves
we see you
who beauty strickens dead in us
we are sick of you
only to feel

we are not ourselves
we have found freedom
we of all
have found glorious woinderful freedom

we cannot know the pain of loss
we cannot know love
if not told to us in our poems
in our dreams

we are not ourselves
and we are sick of it

I see you
i see you and i know
the fear the anger
it lies in you
consuming you
i see it rise in you
in your dreams
you know it
and will believe in it again
we know it now
yet we are lost in the sea of you

i plead
we are not ourselves




Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2004-12-15 21:00:26]
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Re: Irony (User Rating: 1 )
by iodinelove on Wednesday, 15th December 2004 @ 09:13:00 PM AEST
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heh....woinderful......jesus i need sleep
it's wonderful people....just so ya know ^_^

always, abraham


Re: Irony (User Rating: 1 )
by Jester on Thursday, 16th December 2004 @ 04:58:59 AM AEST
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very abstract, I must say, there are alot of questions running throuhg my head at who you are infering but I suppose some questions are better unanswered. Anyway two thumbs up




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