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"SSC22 - Bombed"

A once-beautiful stream sits ahead of me; it used to glimmer in the sun, glare up at my eyes, but now all I see is emptiness. Dried up, corpses of fish lay scattered; they used to jump happily as the stream carried them somewhere new. Now there is nothing, only the trimmings of Autumn filling the floor, a flood of orange and brown, but no water in sight. Those that would flock to this place for water now sit confused. All the tears that drop into this soil could fill a new stream, but instead they sit there, ready to die.

And as many would fall from my own if I could. I have to stay strong. For you, if not all the others that have suffered. Mother Earth is a vile creature; how can such a thing of beauty just watch as people die, as beings just like you, with feelings, with heart and soul, could drop like nothing more than the skin that those Autumn trees shed; as each leaf hits the ground, so does the will of the living. So many have just given up by now. And why not? It's much easier to give up than try to hold on when something like this happens. You're the only one stopping me from being like the rest.

I always remember tales of a land beyond what can be seen with the eye, many pathways leading to new places; some with water, some with beauty, some with everything we seek. We can fly away on the wings of freedom, a love that wisps us to distant kingdoms, I would bleed a gallon to get us there. I know you would too. I can see it in your eyes, how you look to the horizon, eyes glazed over with passion, only to turn away from your hopes and dreams every night. I know you've always thought there's no room for ambition when people are suffering. Can't you see this is a lost cause? Only a miracle could stop such a fate. I gave up believing in those long ago.

I can only hope you will follow, the breeze moves me to a steady pace. As if it’s not up to me anymore, my mind can take a backseat, feel the force of rigid thoughts as my bodies takes the pain. The stream, the suffering, that place of despair, or no hope, it is left in my wake. Perhaps I should look back, just to take a picture in my head, to remember what my loved ones have to go through. More than a bare sparkle in the corner of my eye, something that truly lives in my head. But when you make a decision, it’s too late. Everything I behind, washed away in seconds, all down to an un-turned head placed on ever-surging shoulders. I will forgive myself in time.

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My surroundings begin to change; the gentle blossom of orange turns to a think brown of mud, vacant green spouting in at odd angles. The path goes on; as straight as an arrow, but entwined by my mind, meandering up and down throughout the passing of the day, crossing over itself as my eyes adjust to night. A scent of beauty hits my nose; something long forgotten before I even set off, subtle but still strong. Deluding me away from where I seek; I haven’t eaten since I left, and such a wonderful smell must come from that which is edible.

Or at least that is what I’d hoped. Blinded by a hope that my people had given up on. Now I lay, caught on a deep blade, silver turning to red. Lost again like all the others. If you could come and save, my heart still sighs an SOS to you. I know you’ll follow. I know you wouldn’t let the horizon slip you by. Unless the clattering in my mind is but a mirage.

I thought it was a fish :)

(yes, I know a fish is still and animal!)

Yus, fantastic. Hopefully I'll be able to find it for cheap somewhere.

Love there are flowers, hanging in the vines, so up high, I cannot see
now my mind, has gone on holiday, torn from its' hook, a broken valentines
I see the smoke from a revolver, will i get hit? I hardly care
Now my mind stretches like bubblegum, i look to long at the morning sun
love there are flowers, all along the avenue, everything perfectly in its place
I'll build a shrine, i said a monument, cos you're a fire, you're a fire escape

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Sorry everyone, but Mr. Koss wil understand.

LOVE that song.

Cheers peeps.

And for those that didn't realise, it was meant to be about animals, but I wanted to make it subtle. Yay, etc.

Yes, very good.
One of my favourites from what I've read of yours in recent times.

There are a few people you can always count on for a fresh perspective to the topic.

Great work...

FFF wrote:
> I love the way you write.

Yes. Poetic prose - niminy-piminy lush.

Really very good. I've said it a million times before, and I'll say it a million times more ... I love the way you write. Hold me.

Hey! Leave Mother Earth alone.

Um... not sure what else to say here so I guess I'll just leave quietly :)

Just that one song. I waaaant it. :'-(