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GodSpeed!Sidelines have sprung up on us
The hounds of dusk bellow out bizarre tunes
Words of the world are mere words for fiction
Epitaphs are but songs of the children
Cruel androgynous mono chromatic time surges on
Rungs of escape have withered
Effigies of apathy burn and colors the realms with shades of incandescence
Moment of rebirth awaits
Silver is black is gold is love
You mutinous ways of creation have much hope
To be deterred now is a weight not necessary
To drop anchors is to slowly drown
The world urges to see your metamorphosis
Ones who share your love wish for your return
Bring back home your new found self
Or build an empire with your unflawed hands and eternal contemplation
PermanenceThe ship stands alone at sea
Gently swaying in the autumn breeze
The winds are howling screaming stories from the past
Catatonic structures crumble by the shadows of the mast.
For today does not last in the wake of tomorrow but today lives on like the water.
Ever so Serene
Ever so Beautiful.
Broken SonnetEchoes of morning glory linger under the petrol rainbows
Crimson skies cascaded by her long black hair
The decadence swallowed by her jasmine tinted body
The emancipation in her voice
All immorality effaced at the moment of embrace
The texture of love is the skin on her stomach
Her kaleidoscopic eyes projecting slides of utopia
A kiss that makes him feel beyond himself.
To render himself wise he has to grow out of his own skin
Create his own world beyond the carbon rain
Etch his own destination
Find the truth and wisdom in love
Build a ship and set sail...
The OrificeLost in the proses of the questions the world poses
In the dusk of autumn percipitation
And the unbound relentless frost that forms inside.
Wish to vanquish and make tranquil the greylands
and the high roads
Both in the way of crossing over to the other side.
To believe there is more to the world than fascist order
and join the pacifist side.
Walls of the labyrinth are painted with mud, honey and technicolour dreams
And on the walls there is an Orifice to fill them with stories
Stories we live through, enjoy and endure.
We are intertwined.
We are a Story.
Life is just a rideThe eerie night has crept in through the back door. Morning was spent in pursuit of happiness, in wanting to acquire lust for life. These lonely streets leave me in oscillating polarity. No pain no joy no love no hate. The calm outside is only to pose as an opposite to the sweet cacophony inside. The journey to the edge will make us realize that the edge exists till the extent of our discovery. Life is just a ride.
DreamscapesThe outline is halfway done. I want to paint my dreams with stronger strokes, with brighter colors. The outcome should not be a result of preconceived notions. It should be a symbol of my presence but should also reflect on my ambiguity. Every layer should scream of my contemplation, my journey. Now that I think about it I realize that it doesn't need an outline. It doesn't need definition. It should be painted on my shell once I come out of it.
Unending LoveYour patience and understanding has miraculously seeped past my heart's unpenatrable defenses.
And now I'm completely intoxicated by your never ending love.
Scared to feel again.
Scared now that my defenses are down and all that I am is all you are to me.
And you ARE everything.
But I'm afraid.
Afraid to feel again.
Unsure what to do I've layed down my daggers, layed down my weapons, my words of destruction and chaos, and submit to you.
You have mastered my heart, for as many times I've tried for so... so long... to push you away from me when we first met you never gave up.
You were always there.
And you hit me... like a train.
Blind sided me... I didn't see this coming.
When I saw it happening, I fought... with all my strength.
I tried to push you away.
To remain my heart guarded and protected from ever feeling anything again.
Because I didn't want to love or feel for someone just to for it to be taken again and used to stab my heart and make it bleed out
Indescribable BeautyA beautiful face, almost composed of porcelain and innocence
Hair as bright as the sun, but dark and glossy as the shining moon
Lips red and pearly as the reddest rose and plump like a chicken
Eyes blue as the sky during the rising sun, like a wide spread vast open ocean day at sea
A body as young as this, maturity seemed to have met it early
A bosom that is not for any lord to have, but saved for you alone
Still, a blossoming flower, a bee has not yet pollinated it quite yet
An heir for you from her beautiful body; You are the bee who will pollinate her
She awaits in her bed chamber until you get here for her
She knows of an instrument, a stringed instrument called a violin
Words of others that she has learned
Reading and Writing she has learned, too
The age of seventeen she will in two weeks after you get back to Spain
Your house in Spain will be prepared for you upon arrival
I have a dowry payment prepared for you, 10 millions euro's
Along with the money for your expedition
The King Without A QueenWhat the hell’s going on with my mood tonight, it’s pulsating
From the king of the castle to the depths of hell, so frustrating
That I can’t find a stable mood to sit on and lay claim,
I can’t go to sleep feeling like this, it is such a drain,
I can’t wait for the future, writing’s starting to make sense,
Makes me feel better, especially when I write in present tense,
My muscles tense as I stretch, why do I feel so alone?
I’ve got family but no friends to make me feel I’m at home,
I take it back I’ve got tonnes, supporting me to the end,
So why’d I feel I’m sat by myself? I won’t pretend
That I’m happy with my situation yet, I almost feel,
Like I’m the only one to marvel my triumphs, maybe she’ll
Share the moment with me and make me feel like I’m someone,
I guess not, it doesn’t matter, I’m a dumb-dumb,
Who’d ever fall for me? It’s not like it’s ever happened, o
To us and our firefliesDrenched by the luminescence under the saffron skies, beyond the train tracks and the muddy crossroads we leave our world behind to enter a simpler time. A time to be a child and be amazed by blinking lights. The trees, the wind, the sky and the fireflies will resonate inside me. The beauty of everything that day was amplified and magnified by the presence of her. Some words were spoken though none were required. Nothing could steal the magic. Je t'adore.
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