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If only we knew
My body is the housing
that facilitates the muscle
of your desire. The object
of pining seems but miles away
in an unattainable refuge.
But what you dont know is
that every ounce pumped
through these arteries
is a liter of love
devoted to you.
May soon we shall confess
our parallel affection.
I pray this levee of interim
collapses to deluge admirers
with empathy--enabling us
to embrace one another,
clinch for eternity.
Beneath the skies, welkin
shall let us breathe
the same breath.
 Dreamers Epiphany · Mon Feb 25, 2008 @ 04:10am · 0 Comments |
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Train Tracks
there is nothing here but you and I
Facing the folds of time again
passing us by like some sort of ghost train
Flashing spots of black then fading into white
We’ve followed these tracks for months and we keep going
but they never end, of course.
We’re only waiting to end up where we started.
But I’m sure we’ll end up in the junkyard covered in rust.
When the sky is light grey and the air is soft and sharp
My hands are dry and cool and the water is only calm
you’re skipping over the holes in the bridge but
you have to catch me when I fall through.
the years pass and the cycle continues.
history repeats itself and so do my words.
we speak in redundant tongues and neither of us will ever leave.
your mouth spews an eloquent flood but I shut mine too long ago.
we speak our so-called love again and again and neither of us will ever leave
this cycle of tracks and trees and gaping holes in the bridges.
each day we pass and pass and twilight fades to starlight, and
time is irrelevant.
Dreamers Epiphany · Mon Feb 25, 2008 @ 04:09am · 0 Comments |
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Instrument Allegiant
Shadows dance with dust throughout the hall,
Filled with shattered remnants of long strife.
Arrows, spears and shields line every wall,
Few remaining whole 'midst wreckage rife.
I have been a broken sword re-forged.
Tall and pale, a tower stands alone,
Girded 'round with ruins once as proud.
Darkness rages loud about the stone,
Seeking its white pillar to enshroud.
I have been a watcher at the door.
Rainclouds sweep across a withered moor,
Battling with the night and shrieking wind.
Black storms furnish all they can conjure,
Unchecked in their wrath, undisciplined.
I have been a fiercely blazing torch.
Sword and watcher, bravely-flaming brand,
Must accomplish their appointed task:
Guarding all the strongholds of the land
'Til the one they watch for comes at last.
I will be rewarded evermore.
Dreamers Epiphany · Mon Feb 25, 2008 @ 04:07am · 0 Comments |
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A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness
Her beliefs hidden from most
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown
Wondering where her place is in this life
She has come close to sharing herself
Never completely revealing anything to anyone
Feelings of invisible chains corner her
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp
She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears
But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out
She roams day by day, playing roles
Strength unknowingly resides in her
History repeats itself once again
The translucent veil she so proudly wears
Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside
One day there will be no more mask for her to wear
One day her beliefs will be known
One day she'll know her place in this life
One day she will share herself
ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE
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Amaranth
Baptised with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without herself
War between her and the day
Need someone to blame
In the end, little she can do alone
You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give
Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time we reach
For the ones, whoever dare
You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give
Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the Never-Fading calling
Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
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