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Saturday, November 13, 2004

Hey guys, heres my poem also .. feel free to visit my blog for more.. hopefully you'll enjoy it.
Anhelo agridulce

Yes, the days of goodness, Pure untainted greatness
We all had our fair share of memories
Facts are still facts however,
Memories are mere sweetthoughts.
Sometimes even fabrications of old lies.
That can never be recycled into reality once more.
It gets trapped in a seether.. Only to reveal time and time again
As mists from the past that I cant bring myself to speak of.

That voice continues to haunt my nights
Is it never ending?
Has everything Ive been doing been endless sacrifices?
No one ever knows.
Being the fallible errant beings we are.

The cherry blossoms churn up old tales. It spins in the air beautifully
floating,fluttering,flipping
Revealing a moment at a time
The Laughs
The Smiles
The Convivialities
Oh,
how the past hearkens
To be pondered upon.
The ambivalent enthrallment it manifests
Am I willing to re-open my wounds
Just
For a second of temporal bliss
and then a lifetime of lament and undeniable agony?

I lie
Bare chested on the arable fields
Staring with bravado into the glaring sun
I lift
A paper balloon into the abundance of an autumn breeze
floating,fluttering,flipping
It spins
Revealing a moment at a time
The Laughs
The Smiles
The Convivialites
The Mistakes
Humbly, I acknowledge
Definitely, I choose to forsake
Inevitably, I reply to
Everynight

Oh,
Sweet memories, Bitter past. How wintry warm you are.
Is it never ending?
Has everything Ive been doing been endless sacrifices?
No one ever knows. Being the fallible errant beings we are.
-shawn, UR GP REP-

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