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hiKids!poorDada'sWimpyWeepin OutThere SomeWhere
feel so far from
anywhere it be where
the children play,though
play that they do anyway any
where/
where did may have 'my
children' gone?been gone
from 'my children'what coulda
mightwell be a 10yrUnto100 lifetymes
happened t'make a simple any
thing in to a farflung mirror
hall of no-thing wit these grand
masks of countlesselfs,'lastic bands pullin
them hurty shorthairs of yOur hiding places
, a heart on
me arm drawn in to crosshairs.......
are
my c h i dr en safe?eye canno pro
tect them from h e r e....canno see'em
from here where it seems i'yam all going
beyond fckn Gone.....
yesyesterday's voices children playing,no
more echos......today's children invisible,unseen,
unheard of....just the vaguest of images hid
among times[of]places gone longone
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anywhere it be where
the children play,though
play that they do anyway any
where/
where did may have 'my
children' gone?been gone
from 'my children'what coulda
mightwell be a 10yrUnto100 lifetymes
happened t'make a simple any
thing in to a farflung mirror
hall of no-thing wit these grand
masks of countlesselfs,'lastic bands pullin
them hurty shorthairs of yOur hiding places
, a heart on
me arm drawn in to crosshairs.......
are
my c h i dr en safe?eye canno pro
tect them from h e r e....canno see'em
from here where it seems i'yam all going
beyond fckn Gone.....
yesyesterday's voices children playing,no
more echos......today's children invisible,unseen,
unheard of....just the vaguest of images hid
among times[of]places gone longone
XXXXXXXdkzk2013xxxxxxxxxpfhoto:dkzkXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Published 18th Feb 2013
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19th Feb 2013 10:37am
Sometimes love asks us not to be furious
but we are victims of emotion crying through
these little words because there is no help
for us in this life there is only this.
(Your 'this' will have to do; on my reading list.)
but we are victims of emotion crying through
these little words because there is no help
for us in this life there is only this.
(Your 'this' will have to do; on my reading list.)
goobless ye again a gain,DLChoo
certainly no fury for anything anymore....
am
well'related to me kids, tho geographed in distance...
crazy events'round turn-o-century have left brain in persistent illusion of isolation....& awareness of one's illusion as illusion is a tremendous gift in preventing injection of 'belief' which turneth harmless illusion into toxic delusion.
ain't that right? huh?
certainly no fury for anything anymore....
am
well'related to me kids, tho geographed in distance...
crazy events'round turn-o-century have left brain in persistent illusion of isolation....& awareness of one's illusion as illusion is a tremendous gift in preventing injection of 'belief' which turneth harmless illusion into toxic delusion.
ain't that right? huh?
