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Something
Contributed by
tiggytom
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Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 04:17:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Control the masses
Plagued with hassles
Engulfed in grief, hidden beneath
Lost soldier looking for war
Willing to fight, for other then might
A prawn in the game of masters
Elemental truth known only by pastors
Awoken deep in the pit of your soul
Tugging at your search
Disconnected at birth and all in line
Enforced beliefs taken in mind
If you bow your head you’ll be just fine
But get too close you’ll end up behind
Only going so far to be stopped at the lights
A one way system, one set of rights
Distracted with menial tasks
Never having time to ask
Who, where, why, when, how?
Where, who, when, why, how?
Struggling to think, scared to drink
Afraid of something, unable to blink
Copyright ©
tiggytom
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2005-05-12 16:17:42]
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Re: Something
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Saturday, 29th October 2005 @ 03:54:51 AM AEST
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This is the second poem of yours that I've read. I really like your style of writing. Very interesting and very well written.
Keep up the awesome work.
*hugs*
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Re: Something
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by miyake on
Sunday, 30th October 2005 @ 11:13:21 AM AEST
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| this is brilliant thumbs up |
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Re: Something
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 18th December 2005 @ 03:01:31 AM AEST
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Most definately 'something'.
I can relate to the overall message suggested, here.
Forever searching for something...finding everything but nothing.
Because we all believe in something which does not exist.
Being stopped at the border of our destinies...being denied truths.
Just like fake jewels.
The only thing higher than kings are peasants.
Because ignorance is bliss.
And knowledge is a burden.
Perhaps?
:)
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