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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358216" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Break</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tonight I am flying about<br>On some sort of<br>Roller coaster <br>Lost in a myriad of<br>Pieces of my dreams, as <br>Pieces of glass<br>In a kaleidoscope, <br>Spinning madly, <br>Or some<br>Fast moving<br>Merry-go-round, <br>Traveling at the speed of light<br>My thoughts are<br>Inter meshing, though disconnected-<br>It seems as if I have been<br>Sleeping too long in my plight, I cannot sing because<br>My heart is throbbing, and this pain I feel<br>Won’t stop even though the merry-go-round <br>Is still revolving around the sun, <br>I am nearly fifty-three light years old and my thoughts, my thoughts can’t<br> Connect with anything real, and<br> I hardly can discern veracity? <br>I hardly can discern… I can hardly discern.<br>I have slept for so many years, it seems<br>And that pain is a pounding heartache, <br>My soul is lost in a brush fire, sizzling out of control, <br>Out of control…? …<br>My spirit is is sinking in that<br>Whirlpool of life, that magenta sky, those beautiful shades of shocking blue, <br>Cerulean, cobalt –blue nights-<br>Against purplish mountains<br>Standing, I am, proudly and boldly before the sun, <br>My inner space, <br>My own small world and the voices that I hear<br>Are real to me but deafened to the world outside, <br>I live in a make-believe land beyond this planet of which <br>The door is padlocked and keyed, <br>I ride alone- except for the Programmed? <br>I sing and dance alone- I cry alone<br>I cry and cry and nobody hears my silent tears<br>Splashing against the tide, the pain, the agony of it all, <br>But thank god for my solitude in<br>This sea of life that<br>I have chosen to live my days<br>My born days…<br>The world has stopped dead in its revolution, <br>Inside of me something is growing<br>Is it my pride, my anger is coming into <br>Power and I just want to scream<br>Because that is where the pain is emanating from<br>All of the wrath rage and anger<br>Sizzling out of control<br>Tearing at my gut and I just<br>Can’t get a grip on all of the <br>Antipathy as the fire keeps burning, <br>Smoldering and fuming inside of my brain<br>That is far removed, dissimilar and diseased, <br>Meninges, cotton filled? <br>Whirling, I am in a<br>Constantly revolving standstill-<br>Thunder and lightening <br>A deluge of hail, sleet, snow and <br>Please stop the rain from falling-<br>I am drowning in my own whirlpool of disaster-stop the rain, <br>Stop the merry-go-round, <br>I must get off of my horse before it goes around once more<br>I can’t even catch a ring off the stick that the magic man is holding? <br>I am a frail little child inside, <br>I just lost my pretty new shiny penny, and<br>I can’t stop these tears, <br>And the pain? <br>Stop the rain-<br>Kaleidoscopic shards of colorful glass are<br>Scattered before my poor tired eyes as I am picking up the pieces of my scattered dreams <br>One by one, but<br>I just cannot count the stars anymore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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On some sort of
Roller coaster 
Lost in a myriad of
Pieces of my dreams, as 
Pieces of glass
In a kaleidoscope, 
Spinning madly, 
Or some
Fast moving
Merry-go-round, 
Traveling at the speed of light
My thoughts are
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