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i (dedicated to u) by michael r. burch, circa age 15 i. i move within myself i see beyond the sky and fathom with full certainty: this lifes a lethal lie my teachers try to tell me that they know more than i (and well they may but do they know shrewd TIME is slipping by and leaving us all to die?) i shout within myself i stand up to be seen but only my eyes watch as i rise and i am left between the nightmare of “REALITY” and sleeps soothing scenes and both are only dreams i cry out to my “friends” but none of them can hear i weep in dark frustration but they swim beyond my tears i reach out to assist them but they cannot find my hand they all believe in “GOD” yet all of them are damned come, my self, come with me move within your shell cast aside such “enlightenment” and let us leave this living hell ii. i watch the maidens play their fickle games of love and is this is what “life” is of then i have had enough all my teachers tell me to adjust to SOCIETY yet none of them will venture how (false) it came to be this gaud, SOCIETY i watch the maidens play and though i want them much i know the illusion of their purity would shatter at my touch leaving annihilated truth to be pieced together to dispel the lies that accompany youth i watch the maidens play and know that what i want i cannot take because then it would be gone iii. i watch the lovely maidens i search their sightless eyes i find that only darkness behind each blind orb lies i try to touch their feelings but they have been replaced by intelligence and manners and tact and social grace i want to make them love me but they cannot love themselves and though they seek love desperately and care for little else they stand little chance of much more than romance for a few days i try to friend the men but they have even less for they want nothing more than whatever seems “the best” their hollow, burnt-out eyes reveal their souls have flown and all that loss has left is a strange, sad fear of debt and a love for things of gold ive. ive never seen a day break but ive seen a life shatter; it was mine and i suppose it still is: all ten thousand pieces id. id like to put it together (someONE please tell me how!) for i am out of the glue called u that held my life together i.e.o.u. and i wish that u and i were through but whatever u do please dont say that we are! Keywords/Tags: self, cummings, life, lie, teachers, time, dreams, friends, god, love, society, truth, romance, men, souls
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