to all the things, i never saw.
that still can rub, your last nerve raw.
I'm sorry for the confusion.
but everything is an illusion.
psychedelic trails, catch a blind mans eye.
while examining the blueprint, of a lovers lie.
yeah everything is an illusion.
so sorry for the confusion.
you can drag my bloody carcass across the sand.
drop an anvil on me or a baby grand.
i won't get a contusion.
not if everything's an illusion.
and it doesn't really matter who was wrong or right.
if not everyone remembers it in black and white.
oh so sorry for the confusion.
after all, it was just an illusion.
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Awesome poem! Contemporary words encased within a nice form.
"drop an anvil on me or a baby grand."
This line was great.
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and it doesn't really matter who was wrong or right.
if not everyone remembers it in black and white.
Well said!
These two lines speak clearly the truth of it!
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Nice write!
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This is another really strong piece of work, as i would expect from you, this has a laid back,go with the flow ambiance about it best served on a beach in a hammock with a guitar and a long cold drink. Seriously this is great
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your comments
thats what are seriously great
thanks
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.."yeah everything is an illusion
so sorry for the confusion.."
i love the poem, but these two are the lines that really resonate with me...i think of all the times when this would have been the perfect mantra.
thank you..these lines will stay with me.
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i love mantra's
and other people who utilize mantra's
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Boy how easy life would be if this were true. Life & love , just an illusion. Great write & great rhyme.
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WOW!
Amazing work of poetic excellence! It shows with this one Ted. This is no illusion...GREAT!!
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