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Submitted by themoonman on 9 December 2007 - 8:14am.| Updated 7 December 2008 - 3:08am.
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freeform
Harsh words are spoken.
The visions I had are shattered.
Promises broken,
obviously, they never mattered.
Flying through the clouds now I’m free.
High above atrocities, the Hawk is me.
I’m gonna fly forever, I’m never coming down.
My spirit soaring faster, so far above the ground.
I must’ve been listening, I heard the changes coming.
Watching your reactions, relized I meant nothing.
Now I’m choking on the clouds I thought were mine.
Will I have to fly forever, alone for all my time.
My spirit soaring faster, my soul is left unsound.
Surrounded by society, I never left the ground.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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moonman this was going in a direction
a direction that was telling me you were set free after something bad like a relationship probably. But then you used the word atrocities and I have to think you are lucky to be freed from it. I kind of felt atrocities too strong a word for the poem but I suppose it can fit there when you really think about it.
Thanks,
Mark
Hi Mark, thanks for the
Hi Mark, thanks for the response…You are right, atrocities is probobly too strong…but life is sometimes tragic…and you can’t get away from it….
Yes you can....
get away from it, by your very own words, soar with the eagles, keep your wits about you and look for the good of what happened, then be forward looking. I know from quite recent experience that when and where bad things happen is but a stepping off point to real happiness. Let go, please, that’s all that’s needed in reality. I know it’s not easy and grieving is the first stage. Take your time and you will see that the Dalai Lama is right. Sometimes it luckier not to get what you think you wanted. :)
Patrick/AO
Soaring
Moon,
I like the twist at the end very nice~
I guess we all feel the need to flee from
a troubled relationship and what better way, than
soaring like the eagle?
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