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Regards,
Araik Margarian.
"Robert Morpheal" <morpheal@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
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> 160105A
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> They are the sort of people
> who always find out what you want,
> so that you can't have any,
> then they tell you what you need,
> as if they know you better,
> when they don't know anything at all.
>
> Ruined years and lost chances,
> never getting what you came for,
> never knowing anything but blame,
> they took everyone you loved,
> cancelled your choices, left you out,
> scrounging for your spare change.
>
> It isn't the way anyone told you,
> as they feed you crumbs of false hopes
> until you don't trust anyone anymore,
> never knowing a beginning from an end,
> they urged you in where you could not enter,
> they kicked you our where you got in.
Should be "out" ?
>
> All those friendly people,
> but it all amounted to nothing personal,
> so you don't know and don't remember me,
> I'm knocked down, it's an endless fight,
> because when I get anything going,
> they always raise every price.
>
> Seems they have put out a warning,
> so no one comes this way anymore,
> nothing new, nothing borrowed, nothing blue,
> there's only your baggage on my train
> I'm run right off my rails, no matter what I do,
> there is never you, it's all the same.
>
> All the familiar faces,
> there are no private invitations,
> everyone here remains a stranger,
> no one has the courage anymore,
> everything is labelled warning, danger,
> rumours slip out beneath the doors.
>
> It took such a long time to get
> whatever it was, there's nothing left,
> having been left behind, and left out,
> while you went on ahead, to see it all,
> leaving me behind in the shadows,
> where I hear only the saddest of stories.
>
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Surreal reality...
Great poem!
>
> 160105B
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> It's like throwing a party,
> and no one came.
>
> They kept me waiting,
> with nothing to wait for.
>
> It's like having no players,
> and playing a game.
>
> They kept me searching
> with nothing to find.
>
> It's like holding on,
> with no one to hold.
>
> They kept me loving
> with no one to love.
>
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> A powdering of snow
> blurs the afternoon sky,
> filling it with falling stars,
> sky kissing earth,
> lasting a short while,
> and disappearing into infinity.
> If only we had been as lucky,
> her and I,
> to touch and melt together for a while
> before disappearing into infinity,
> but instead I find I am alone,
> watching my hair turn to snow,
> melting away,
> into the mirror of my grief.
>
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>
> Robert
> Morpheal
>
Araik Margarian
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