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The feeling Is a Tingle Creeps up your spine Like the first crazed chill After seeing A former girlfriend You weren't expecting to see The feeling Is reading a passage Of one of the greats Line by beautifully painful line And feeling a hopeless Falling like Alice Touch of timeless genius The feeling tears down the stale walls of life Making everything impossible Possible The feeling is like a Birth The pushing of the keys The sweat of the effort The pain of the labor And the relief Of the final push The feeling life lives on in the work But with time Will come Death Much like How the baby grows So does The word But, The relevance The importance The fire Will soon diminish To a faint hidden ember So to live in one's time Is to be living Dying And being All in fantastic unison The feeling is When your mind drifts To the corner of your eyes And everything Just Turns Off You rest your soul And your soul lets you The feeling is to be alone With the hope That one day Through fiery snow of ice Raining mud with blood chipped teeth and beer A stranger will be there to meet you And shake your hand With a Cassady like smile The feeling is A Big Tip The feeling is Revolution The feeling is A muddy bottle Of spring water The feeling is A lost dog Looking For his home The feeling is Howling Waits After a couple of W's and Waters The feeling is Just That
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Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 12:49 AM UTC
That Firefly Feeling
The feeling Is a Tingle Creeps up your spine Like the first crazed chill After seeing A former girlfriend You weren't expecting to see The feeling Is reading a passage Of one of the greats Line by beautifully painful line And feeling a hopeless Falling like Alice Touch of timeless genius The feeling tears down the stale walls of life Making everything impossible Possible The feeling is like a Birth The pushing of the keys The sweat of the effort The pain of the labor And the relief Of the final push The feeling life lives on in the work But with time Will come Death Much like How the baby grows So does The word But, The relevance The importance The fire Will soon diminish To a faint hidden ember So to live in one's time Is to be living Dying And being All in fantastic unison The feeling is When your mind drifts To the corner of your eyes And everything Just Turns Off You rest your soul And your soul lets you The feeling is to be alone With the hope That one day Through fiery snow of ice Raining mud with blood chipped teeth and beer A stranger will be there to meet you And shake your hand With a Cassady like smile The feeling is A Big Tip The feeling is Revolution The feeling is A muddy bottle Of spring water The feeling is A lost dog Looking For his home The feeling is Howling Waits After a couple of W's and Waters The feeling is Just That
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Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 12:49 AM UTC
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