take it

January 21, 2006 11:29 PM from

the power of an old song
mystifies me

i choose to ride this wave this morning
let her words carry me through

her screams reflect my pain
my passion my neverending desire

the unamed instrument spears
on all sides of my morning haze

sing it girl
sing it

i have the power to rescue
and give people emotional rides
through this beautiful treachourous existence

writing

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Reply #1 January 24, 2006 12:02 PM from

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beautiful bloodied sadness

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