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Monday, December 04, 2006
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poetry that i can't share
it just isn't there
broken lines
obscure signs
hidden in the sea
three years
bring her back to me 
after it all i went to speak to the sea
"what did it tell you?"
well, you know those grandparently figures,
when you share your troubles with them
they've got so much advice for you in return
experience and maturity of years
but somehow, in the end
none of it really seems to solve the problem at hand..
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innocence cannot last forever, she whispered with murmering foam
oh? let me try
i can imagine how already
how wise you must be, to know what you have never tried
and so i am, said the sea.
i sat and she sang songs for me
till it was time to leave
thank you for the songs
thank you for reminding me  the island speaks a special message to me
i ask and she replied
dark and deep as the edge of my lagoon
tantalizing and tempting as the shallows of my beach
touched and mysterious as the bottle at the bottom
with no name
bring yourself up close
stay your course
then vigor in the little things
moor and stay
this picture will last forever
ever
even the eyes hold back some thoughts
though the light reveals much
but i can see in her eyes
that i cannot guess what she's thinking
tumbling craggy rocks on the beach
scrambling around in the sun
writing philosophy and poetry in the sand
this is the best of life, for now
but can, will the better come?
how will dreams become reality
forefathers and treasured girls have tried
how can i not
in the end nothing is because of reason
but because of emotion, then
attempted to be justified
by reason
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