<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Is It The Station Of' The Lost and Lonely Soul…?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is the peace…? <br>In the whirring's of my mind, <br>Cartwheel after cartwheel<br>Even in these depths of rem sleep, <br>There is no slumber.<br>…Dreams come thick and fast: <br>As the snoring, begins its thunder…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, even now the world whistles<br>In the silence of this nightmare my lord<br>And even now, sleeping, hot-pulses<br>Race like a train, with a dead river<br>On board rolling through, empty-carriages. <br>O' now babies are being born …wailing<br>In my arms, awaiting, their mother. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lord what's this crazy station, called'? <br>Here where plastic surgeons…<br>Is working-out of' a dusty bivouac? <br>Doing, jigsaw body-part transplants. <br>With all these sights and sounds, <br>Now grinning, Lord, what are all these<br>Experimental insanities, for…? <br> <br>O' am I just a mangy-dog running loose off the leash? <br>Where days blink-out of a bird-cage <br>O' here I see an albatross following me overhead.<br>O' lord, I call him my own Damien angel<br>But, lord he just walks-on the millet's of my life<br>Crushes it without morals, he's just a playful widow.<br>Making all kinds; of mischief with the living and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And, I'm just a red-flag, ready to fall…<br>Lord what's this crazy station, called'? <br>Am I just a mangy-dog running loose off your leash? <br>Listening to the silence; whistling endlessly mad. <br>Experimental insanities, whistling's endlessly mad like a thief.<br>In my head 'Lord what's this crazy station, called'? <br>Is it the station of' The Lost and Lonely Soul…?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Heathcote">Mark Heathcote</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455142" data-title="Is It The Station Of' The Lost and Lonely Soul…? de Mark Heathcote" data-description="Where is the peace…? In the whirring's of my mind, Cartwheel after cartwheel Even in these depths of rem sleep, There is no slumber. …Dreams come thick and fast: As the snoring, begins its thunder… Why, even now the world whistles In th..."></div> </div> </div>

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