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Thursday, June 15, 2006

The Fight For Reality (Revised)

Puddles inconsistent with love everlasting,
Not knowing what I’m saying,
All means something.
Intensifying fear,
One with permanent residence.
What we are,
A perfect sense of reality.
Words flow,
As do the fingers that record them.
Not appreciation that is being searched for.
But instead an understanding;
An understanding not from others,
But from myself.
Ice quickly melting away,
Drip, drip, drip...
Wet thieves,
Stealing the pigment
A blood red soul now pink.
Insatiable yearnings.
My heart caught afire,
Ignited by his love,
Constantly searching for fuel,
Salvaging every last stick of a compliment
Every dry branch stemming from my memory
trying to ignore a cloudy sky,
One casting shadows for secrets to hide.
Even this love cannot save my being.
An escape wanted—attainable
This escape wanted—forbidden.
Where has it gone?
Innocence disappeared.
Wondering what is better,
Ignorance or truth?
But there is no question if one surpasses ignorance;
A healthy mind does not run towards the starting line-
nor can it;
for the race begins with a gun shot—an explosive birth of bullet and being
neither of which can return to the womb,
lest they'd drown in placental ignorance.
pump princess
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COMMENTS
Lori Boulard 15 June 2006
April, you have some very nice imagery here, especially the rain as wet thieves 'stealing pigment...a blood red soul now pink'. I tripped just a bit over the last couple of lines, which are more vague than the sharp pictures you paint earlier, but I enjoyed this overall. Looking forward to more from you. Cheers, Lori
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