Marks (Poem)
JayRob
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6-18-2003 at 07:12 AM
Marks
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At the side of the line limiting nowhere,
I planted my heart,
It grew a tree of fragile memories,
the first night under the rain,
watching from the distance the lights in your room go out,
that poem by Yeats saying we should be careful not to step on our dreams,
the empty orchestration wishpered between the walls of these grey towers of concrete and mourning,
I see them shaking in the wind, and I feel myself just as ready to hit the ground,
I hear the clock, it is ticking closer, it is ticking closer , ... ,
but hours won't pass at all .
At the side of the line limiting nowhere,
I see you and me,
in this destination unknown train called us,
with our high hopes,
plastic lives,
and the need to be the same one note on that melody...
Julian R. Knihs
Thx 4 Sharing
MadMadMike
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6-18-2003 at 10:29 AM
Excellent perspective.
Very profound & true.
JayRob
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6-18-2003 at 01:44 PM
Tks Mike ! JRoberto
good one bro!
the wizard
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6-18-2003 at 03:54 PM
stay cool!
JayRob
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6-20-2003 at 01:15 PM
Tks Gary !
JRoberto
Rain
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6-21-2003 at 08:42 PM
I love it! I can also relate....
Very Nice.
Planet Girl
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6-22-2003 at 02:03 PM
Damnit! It made me cry.
And I really don't need that right now.
JayRob
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6-23-2003 at 07:04 AM
Quote:
Originally posted by Planet Girl
Damnit! It made me cry.
And I really don't need that right now.
I'll try to make it up for you in another one PG !
JRoberto
stay cool!
I'll try to make it up for you in another one PG !