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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Hate The View</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's perfect picture. Hmmm.<br>Who holds the camera? <br>Who directs the postures? <br>Who forces the crooked smiles? <br>Life's perfect imperfection. Hmmm.<br>Why not call the end? <br>Everyone is broken or will be<br>Time ensures that in time<br>No innocence remains innocent<br>Who holds the breaking innocence<br>As it falls and hits the guilt? <br>The innocent never lasts.<br>Life's torn violin strings. Hmmm.<br>The abuser finds his victims<br>And breaks their soul for all their days<br>The strong survives by a thread<br>The weak in despair end their lives.<br>Life's creator's silence. Hmmm.<br>I hear mum speak and catch her tears<br>She's so sad and oh so tired<br>I see him inject himself secretly<br>A numb escape from life's deep sorrows<br>He says invisible sky dads don't <br>Humor me because they are silent figments<br>I watch her weep as her 5month baby<br>Arrives on earth with no breath from heaven<br>I hear her pray to God to end the pain...pleeeaaassseee<br>I feel Him sometimes, maybe Him.<br>Maybe not. I guess not.<br>Please say something. Dad. Hmmm.<br>The dying children. The crying men.<br>The killing cancer. The murdering AIDS.<br>The drinking mouth. The failing liver.<br>The smoking tongue. The dying lung.<br>The hitting and running idiots.<br>The drinking and driving morons.<br>The despairing suicides. The hungry forgotten.<br>The vulture waiting for the next<br>Starving African child to die<br>The angry earth spewing fire and melted ice<br>Consuming thousands in its wake<br>The virgin-seeking maniac bombing lives away<br>The man with no food to eat nor clothes to wear<br>Nor any to care. Nor love to share.<br>Sits by a pole in absolute abandon<br>With no strength to beg either man or God<br>For life hath dealt him a hard hand<br>He lay, he lay silently, unable to disturb<br>The frustrated lives of the trolling masses<br>And quietly waits for a hand kinder<br>By far kinder than life to take his hand<br>And transmogrify him to nothingness<br>Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm.<br>I feel a pain in my chest<br>It soon travels to my deep sad eyes<br>And gushes out this aching ocean<br>That lies behind the feigned smiles<br>And beneath the swaggering motions<br>And hoping thumbs<br>The thumbs that join to pray<br>To pray, to say to Him whom they say<br>Answers these words but hey, hey! , hey! ! <br>Its been ten years since the thumbs<br>Joined to pray and say and wait<br>To see at least a change in the lives of men<br>A relief to the miseries of mankind<br>But an echo is all that's heard<br>As more tears fall and all meaning's gone<br>But what is the meaning of the meaning of life? Hmmm.<br>He searches oh great Lord. We search.<br>She turns the compass of her heart She tunes it from east to west.<br>In search of Him who made her.<br>I read of one who. Hmmm.<br>Put a bullet though his head to stop The beating of a heart that bled<br>Eternity scares us. Reality bleeds us.<br>We sing 'fix you' in desperate hope<br>And hope's desperation that you will fix us.<br>I sit alone. Lonely as a man can be.<br>Sad as a heart can take <br>Staring at a race I am a part of<br>And completely hate the view. Hmmm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jenim+Dibie">Jenim Dibie</a><div class=q>
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Who holds the camera? 
Who directs the postures? 
Who forces the crooked smiles? 
Life's perfect imperfection. Hmmm.
Why not call the end? 
Everyone is broken or will be
Time ensures that in time
No innocence remains ..."></div>
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