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| turning the tables on doubt and selfpity.
by bluebird77 at 10/30/2009 4:51:33 PM
If I could start over and have that chance to be the me of it, only perfect in every way oh what happyness it could bring. Maby then I would have all those things that would herroled me as one of lifes great seccesses.
the self made man.
A man who needs nothing from any, with my great house, Motor cars and motor bikes with too much food and drink to sedate the appatites of my everloving friends. I could walk with the air of pomp that says here is that self made man who needs naught from anyone and so accordingly is aloff to the museings of the Na Na boys and girls.
BUT thats not me , here am I all torn bent and sore a living testoment to a life gone astray. Crawling from gutter to gutter, a regular ould guttersnipe spat from the loving lips of a family torn asunder through petty grieviences and that hate only a family lost can bestow upon itself. Always and forever keeping myself to myself sharing taughts only with those who care to break through these barriers of protection I fortify my ever shrinking being behind. guiltily I reach out for some creature compforts that might render me unlost and shrink further from myself as I abhore these seeming taughts of self pity . then I think.
Well suck all that.
I like the Phoenix.
rise in spirit
for this short jurney
is just that.
THis then mine
stoutist of tender hearts
though in constant war
fulfills peace
and laps up advirsity
and cast it to the depths
of nothingness.
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