beware

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    beware

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    searching frantically for what i need
    in haste i forgot where i sowed the seeds
    hold my hands thunderstorms with kites
    more afraid of noise than the flashes of light
    i lie down in beds
    they wipe the sweat from my head
    as i dream 



    stalking silent like statues in the park
    i can't see faces in the shadows after dark
    what i came here for, is it right or wrong
    i never know until the end of the song
    i lie down in beds
    they wipe the sweat from my head
    as i dream



    methods may be suspect and partially obscene
    i say what i think but not what i mean
    my clothes are pristine but my soul's unclean
    i take orders in oil like bad machines
    i lie down in beds
    they wipe the sweat from my head
    as i dream








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    ManOnTheMoon commented on beware

    01-30-2011

    Excellent write, and wonderful flow that kept on, even after it ended. Great piece, and I will be sure to read more when I am given the chance.
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    Phission

    01/30/2011

    thank you very much !

    ClearlySays commented on beware

    01-24-2011

    Fantastic! The second paragraph I wouldn't call entirely eerie but it made my heart beat. Your pacing is something that gets under your skin.
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    Phission

    01/25/2011

    Thank you for finding the time to read me. It is such a nice compliment to get under one's skin. Thank you very much.

    ESSENCEOFLOVE commented on beware

    12-24-2010

    Many of us can relate to this feeling of trying to figure out our place and having anxiety about the future. You really gave meaning and clarity of your point of view through your words. Great write..........E
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    Phission

    01/02/2011

    thank you for time , i really do appreciate it !

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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