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A mask…
A heart…
A soul…
The mask is used to hide the heart… and the dieing heart will poison the soul.
What does this mean?.?.?
As a child we have hopes and dreams, we believe in dragons, and fairies, Santa, and the Easter bunny. We are clean slates, just waiting for the corruption. Why?
Why corrupt a child so pure,
Why corrupt a child so sure.
Why cant I still believe,
Why so often in this life do I wish to leave.
We put on our masks, we use them to hide behind, and to not show our real feelings. We try to be proper and try hard to be like the people around us, as we just loose so much of who we are. I love to read, I love to be taken to a place that is not real except in my mind, What if my boss would find out I secretly wish dragons where real? What if it was known that I would love to run through the forest on a year long adventure and not have a car, not have a cell phone, nothing but the clothes on my back. Would I be crazy? Would I become "That guy"??? So the mask is choking off all of the light that is trying to make it to my heart… and as my heart is dieing as all that makes me good and whole slowly is forgotten I feel as if it is poisoning my soul.
Eclipsed by the reality of the harsh cold world,
My heart has blackened it has shriveled, it lies there lifeless and curled.
Slowly the decay, contaminates my struggling soul,
My spirit resists the taint, clawing for light, just to keep me whole.
The love that is in me is tried, proven, and true. I am not realistic, I am a dreamer, but I love that and I don't want it to change. If I could win the lottery, I would try and build a community for people just like me. A place where children are safe, we cook our own food and tell stories by the campfire. The older people are taken care of, and people are given respect even before they have earned it.
My heart is heavy with sorrow,
I am scared what will be tomorrow.
By grace I have a strong back to carry the load,
For fear It is going to be a long and winding road.
No matter what I write here or how I make these silly little rhymes in the middle not a lot will change. Why I wrote this I guess was to try and get some of the poison out of my heart, so it will last just that little bit longer. All I have is hope, but sometimes hope is not enough.
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Posted by DouglasMB on 2008-04-08 14:27:38 | Rating: | Views: 80
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very nice...all very true.
Being a dreamer isn't a bad thing, it's what keeps us alive!!
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Posted by Mamacita925
on 2008-04-09 09:03:28
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I do not see poison in your heart, just a lil' pain, and fear to believe in something good for yourself.
I know the feeling.
What I do see is, a beautiful minded dreamer.
Can I live in your community?
I am a pretty good cook.
Peace.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2008-04-13 18:10:41
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o..I really liked the part about starting with a clean slated mind.
Wonder what one would come up with, for a belief system, if we did not program them with ours?
Curious thought.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2008-04-13 18:13:27
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