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Post by azreal on May 16, 2005 12:28:21 GMT -5
A giant lays on a celestial bed, Forming lives that he can see, For he is the one who allows us life, So where are we to go when the slumber is disturbed?
~Az
Needs revision. Original poem in hietus.
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Post by azreal on Jun 6, 2005 2:25:22 GMT -5
Found the original.
A sleeping giant in a celestial bed But his waking is never near Here we are just living a lie In his breast we were born His imagination carries us on But how much longer will this last And for where are we to be When he will wake and existance is null
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shaggy
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Zoinks!
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Post by shaggy on Apr 28, 2007 14:13:31 GMT -5
A sleeping giant in a celestial bed But his waking is never near We are just a story to tell In his breast we were born
His imagination carries us on But how much longer will this last And for where are we going to be When he wakes and existence is null
To be alive only in dreams Is a nightmare no one knows All the lies we tell ourselves Seem to be just a course of fate
Fate is just the will of him So why try to force change If what will be will be Then relax and ride the current
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gryphonpoet
Superior
Shangri-La is in your mind. Your Buffalo isn't. (Sign in Olympic Village in Beijing)
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Post by gryphonpoet on May 7, 2007 16:55:35 GMT -5
I like this updated version much better. There is a lot more meat on its bones than the original. This one one that seems to need more to it, in order to tell its story. Nice editing.
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