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The Poetry Thread
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<blockquote data-quote="Blandscape" data-source="post: 928765" data-attributes="member: 1124"><p>To look upon what you have seen</p><p></p><p>Inside the semblance of a celestial dream</p><p></p><p>That rakes and tears your love of self-asunder</p><p></p><p>And leaves you without that sense of wonder</p><p></p><p>That confuses all while confusing no-one</p><p></p><p>And conspicuously reminding you that you are someone</p><p></p><p>We walk a path that mires us in the true-scape</p><p></p><p>Of a horizon buried under your own bland-scape</p><p></p><p>I trod a faltering failing future underfoot</p><p></p><p>And barked at the moon as if astute</p><p></p><p>I relaxed a grip on what might have been</p><p></p><p>Merely to complain about how obscene</p><p></p><p>The mark of worth that we all wear</p><p></p><p>In our perambulators of conspiratorial despair</p><p></p><p>Say not what you have done</p><p></p><p>To hate the words that make you become</p><p></p><p>The fear you fear more than the insult that is done</p><p></p><p>As one-upmanship creates a wealth in some</p><p></p><p>Respond to all with all that you are worth</p><p></p><p>If you merely wish to fit a bonnie bony hand in glove.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Blandscape, post: 928765, member: 1124"] To look upon what you have seen Inside the semblance of a celestial dream That rakes and tears your love of self-asunder And leaves you without that sense of wonder That confuses all while confusing no-one And conspicuously reminding you that you are someone We walk a path that mires us in the true-scape Of a horizon buried under your own bland-scape I trod a faltering failing future underfoot And barked at the moon as if astute I relaxed a grip on what might have been Merely to complain about how obscene The mark of worth that we all wear In our perambulators of conspiratorial despair Say not what you have done To hate the words that make you become The fear you fear more than the insult that is done As one-upmanship creates a wealth in some Respond to all with all that you are worth If you merely wish to fit a bonnie bony hand in glove. [/QUOTE]
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