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Date Posted: 21:03:11 03/09/03 Sun
Author: essence.....Abzent Minded
Author Host/IP: ip68-4-66-84.oc.oc.cox.net / 68.4.66.84
Subject: key...trying out some new things, no real topic but if i had to call it something, i would call it, Dying to Exsist......peace

my direction is distance spaced in patterns intricate
the paths are infinite i choose every one with caution
lost in a tidepool of trust and love i wander aimlessly
searching endlessly with a lost mind creating homeless designs
confined in a time of hate, constant war, and empty plates
people desicarte religion which i think is a wise decision
holy peigons preaching with broken beaks sptting falacies
nothing is what it ever seems or what you want it to be
something within me, the driving force with a golden key
locked the box of intelligence and in sense opened me
hopefully my devout will sprout a greater understanding
future planning is taking off while the ideas keep landing
i underline thought patterns with highlighted ink streched across
a medium of flowing liquid with bold rocks and fresh moss
my instincts i remark to keep myself true to inert intentions
i insert the questions then wait for answers to transcend
falling from the heavens like angels that turned sour
my power confides in a void of a human belief stuck in limbo
the weridest part is i know that i am already ghost
gone, taken away with a gust of wind to float on a melody
forever testing the boundaries of my exsistnece exsisting
excited by simple things but always find myself wishing
kissing the essence of fate to demostrate the beatuy of death
born into a new world that i forgot i ever left
i woke up then took a breathe....

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