Last year in june I had a crack, as in the head or mind
A consequence of troubles I had thought long left behind
Thinking on it now may seem, I didn’t want to try
To figure out my life and so I kissed my cares goodbye
My mental episode was short, but ever will I see
The vision of an old gray man oddly resembling me
He looked so old and wise this man, I felt compelled to bow
While bearing witness to an epic tale engraved upon his brow
From the time my mother spawned me, till the moment of that dream
It never really crossed my mind what all this shit might mean
Perhaps I missed some vital lesson, about the rules of some game
Concerning the subject of love, and the weaving of ignorant banes
At times I feel like an eskimo, on an odyssey to collect icicles
I made the arrangements myself,
But instead of snowshoes I took my bicycle,
All I know now is that icicles suck, I’d rather wait in line,
Than join the fools that care for no one, believing everything’s fine
Flashing back I had a vision, of old grey Alex the wimp
Upon his brow a tale engraved, clueless lost and limp
Then all at once this wretched man looked up and cleared his throat
He said,
"The fools have gone to sea, with lies made into a lifeboat."
So instead of joining their ranks my boy,
stop playing hide and seek,
Rethink the master plan that was to see you through each week,
Look at me I ran from love to save myself the pain,
Of loving anything that death would later come to claim.
And contemplating all the pointless things that took my time
Get the fucking message before your fate is one with mine
The most important thing in life is the ability to learn
That the most important thing is love
So love and be loved in return.....
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Hope you enjoy this....
Written August 12th, 2003
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what a poet and story teller you are damn i'll go with you anywhere just tell me a story lie to me if you must you are now my favorite
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Very good
Wonderful tale, full of images and wisdom.
Especially enjoyed:
Look at me I ran from love to save myself the pain
Of loving anything that death would later come to claim
Yes, there is pain in the world and it is not so bad if our highs
are not too high. Then again, whats the point of life without the
highs. It is really the difference between our highs and lows that create such anguish.
Blah life equals blah pain.
Nicely done.
John
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Wow this was really beautiful.
This is something i wish everyone followed.
It reminds me of the song that just came out by the Black Eyed Peas.
"Where is the Love?"
Although if everyone followed this the world would be a utopia.
If only the world could be that way.
Wicked write.
Shay 
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that's a cool poem...i like it...
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