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Insight
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RELEASE
The girl walks slowly,
her heavy heart
dragging through the sand.
The angry wind lashes out,
the only helping hand.
Her feet are bare,
cut by rocks,
like her spirit gone.
And there she stands,
upon the headland,
a figure there alone.
Her eyes are empty,
but once were filled,
with blind love for another.
It never changed,
always the same,
deciet she did uncover.
She stands, head low,
soul torn apart,
the only way is down.
The crashing waves
against the rocks,
the only friends she's found.
And as she steps into the air,
to find a resolution,
she wonders if it's possible
to find true love in heaven.
THE FUTURE
What are you going to be when you grow up?
That is the question adults ask adolescents in awkward silences,unaware of how else to bridge the gap of computer's, violent movies and dirty magazines,versus knitting and lawn bowls. It is answered mostly with a shrug or a lie. What is in the future? What lies in my future?
I'm sorry, but I can't see past this weekend.
Clairvoyants can see into the future, if they can see past the dollar signs, glowing in their eyes. They make generalizations. I don't think I'm a generalization. Sometimes I change and conform according to how other's would like to see me, but I am still my own person, does that make sense? Me.
Let me apologize again, I can't see past my own nose.
Do we share destinys? Do we have destinys? Am I destined to become a proffessional surfer? I surf occassionally. Am I destined to become an actress? I take drama at school. Am I destined to become a street sweeper? I've dropped rubbish more than once. Or am I destined to become whatever my next door neighbour becomes? Mary wants to be a champion snow boarder, I have never seen snow.
And I can't see past the hair in my eyes.
My parents can see my future. I think they have it written down somewhere so they can keep me on track. On track to what? Hopefully the next Ben Lee concert. They make sure I don't stray too far from what my future has in store. Maybe I am going to be a maid...they are always telling me to clean my room. But then they look at my grades and say, 'Thats not good enough.' How high do you have to get to become a maid? I think I'm missing something. Good enough for what then? For what they can see in my future? What is the future? Some say there is no future. A bloody world war is all the future we have.
I'm still trying to see past your face....it's blocking my view.
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FOREVER IN MY DREAMS
The silken eyes of night have come to take me to the street,
Where a figure that I strive to see, moves to a long forgotten beat.
He wildly tilts his face towards the heavens, now askew,
And a strange mist puts a hold on night, to block him from my view.
It's not the tribal drumbeat or that crazy rainman dance,
That steals my curiosity, and threatens to enchant.
It's not the way he shakes his fist at God and all creation,
Or his boldly crooked smile that seems to capture my attention.
There's something more, or something less, that scratches in my mind,
And tugs upon a memory I've long since left behind.
The fog is thick; the rain is hard, with wind that whips my hair,
But the boy that dances freely in the rain seems not to care.
I try to find him, touch him, hold him, in this God-forsaken night,
But I cannot free my body from the mist that holds me tight.
I try to find the rhythm that he hears yet doesn't share,
But I'm restricted by society that frowns upon a lair.
I wake to find it all a dream, as my life seems all the time,
But this strange vision was something more than the jumbles of my mind.
A memory of a childhood that my soul had repossessed,
And thinking back I find a lifetime that has somehow been repressed.
I remember playing with my brother, with eyes of adoration,
My only one true role model, my only one salvation.
I remember so much joy, and with it so much pain,
I remember one wild figure that was dancing in the rain.
The night was cold, time flew so fast and darkness quickly came,
My brother threw a tantrum and was standing in the rain.
Such a prim and proper family as ours could never take a chance,
My brother knew this all too well and so began to dance.
It was so late, it was so cold, it was no slight feat,
For my rebel brother to be dancing wildly in the street.
The chill came quick to take him down, and lay him up in bed,
It took but days, for death to come, and touch his fevered head.
Although I've tried escapism to free it from my mind,
I find that I am haunted by this dreaded pantomime.
And no extent of therepy will block it from my past,
My whole world was thrown upside down, too early and too fast.
So now when night arrives for me and sleep is on it's way,
My brother comes to visit, and I weep that he can't stay.
He's cursed to spend eternity dancing, so it seems,
A bizzarrely sad charade cemented forever in my dreams.
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Music?
I love music, absolutedly love it. Anything that either has a really good beat or has a deep meaning or message. My favourite bands? ANYTHING. I love Ben Lee, Hanson, Frenzal Rhomb, Garbage, No Doubt, Ben Folds Five, Silverchair, Alanis Morrisette, Jewel, and good old ones like The Beach Boys and The Beatles and heaps more.....Anything!  Want your own changing pic of the day? Then click href="http://members.tripod.com/~TayLuvsAmy/pic.html">here to get it!
Thank you for reading and hopefully understanding my webpage. If you didn't understand anything I was saying and are struggling to decipher what I am writing now I am either too deep for your shallow existance to comprehend or you are too old to remember the anguish and joy of once being young and stupid. (But personally I don't think anyone is too old to remember.)
- To be old and wise, you must first be young and stupid - (unknown)
Oh, and before I go...
Everything on this page is copy-righted,(spelling mistakes and all!), my thoughts are quite personal so please refrain from stealing any of them out of lack of brain cells to produce your own. If I don't catch you Karma will.....thank you, please come again.....
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