My Dillusions of Grandure

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My Dillusions of Grandure

I walked into space suspended in time.
I saw the things there that fabricate the divine.
In an instant there was nothing, but I saw the show.
I was exposed to the things you didn't know.
This space exists outside of dreams.
The blood here, spills out in reams.
I miss my thoughts. Now they just seem to wander.
No system at all, just useless things I ponder.
My essence is draining, and it might be my fault.
I am bleeding my soul and just handing it out.
In this space of suspended animation, I only see what I want to.
I guess I will stay this way untill I have something better to do.
Superficial comforts.
That's all I've got.



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Phoenix9 commented on My Dillusions of Grandure

12-11-2008

great well written,a very good read

erriczhade commented on My Dillusions of Grandure

12-07-2008

rock the "F" on man

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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