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Dreams....After All

February 8th 2012 12:50
Close up mind's eye,
let me turn away so I can hide
I want it bad
but only until I wake
and reason reigns again.
Those images, so visceral,
I need them to mean nothing to me now,
the haunting happiness they leave behind
is only an echo of
irrelevant past,
when life has moved on
and future bekons
those dreams must become
merely dreams after all.
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As Within So Without

June 17th 2011 03:44
Starting to glow like an ember,
soul and bone.
Lava flow,
warm fire burning
in skin
ice and snow.
Love smells like smoke,
dusk and deep,
secrets keep.
Shadows warm,
icy skin
far within.
Truth escapes,
cloudless night
moon rises high
autumn to winter
ideas move
glitter dispereses,
warm within
cold without.
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Morally copable

December 8th 2010 00:54
I have no free will....
Sings the soul in the mind.
The body bends the bones swim,
marrow and flesh as one,
amoungst the rushing blood.

Youth forges its future
with the brutal iron tools,
pulls it forth from the fire,
the bright hot burning of youth
that is the clarity of
each day, each year.
Made just as you imagined it.

The fires die down,
slow to flickering murmur,
you realize, it cannot burn so hot,
not if you want the time
to bring your creations slowly to full life.
You learn to smoulder,
still hot, still bright,
no longer enough to forge,
but enough to maintain these irons
you've kept moulding all this time.
As you wander along this self made path,
still smouldering, flickering,
admiring your self made irons,
you realize,
you had no power at all.
All, all was destiny,all
was as life would have it.
Those original irons made of blueprints
sketched before you were born.
So,
I have no free will..... I sang, wandering the road,
I have no free will...I sang, holding my precious irons,
I cannot be...Morally copable...
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Colours in the Candle

October 25th 2010 02:00
I see colours in the candle.
The wax is black,
but glows red


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Sorcery

October 17th 2010 03:05
I called up great sorcery -
child, playing with matches,
I touched what cannot be known


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Enchanted Dreams

October 15th 2010 03:04
A witch knows the ways of enchantment.
She knows how a web is wove.
Her hands, her heart


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Truth beyond Truth

September 25th 2010 02:00
Within my eyes,
sometimes,
I'm lost in spinning stars.

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Spring

September 24th 2010 01:57
Spring falls with light caress,
earlier than its decreed day.
Breeze light and cool

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Far From Me

September 15th 2010 00:42
So far from me
these worlds, I see
through spread fingers...

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This Heart

September 14th 2010 00:41
Claws close my heart in,
making it seem smaller than I know it is,
though, I know its pain, it doesnt hurt


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No Mirrors

September 1st 2010 01:25
Once, there were no mirrors,
a woman's vanity only to be seen
in small pieces of polished silver, or stone


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Modern Man

August 29th 2010 02:03
The making of fire
continually frustrates him.
The absence of electricity

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Sweeter Ecstasy

August 25th 2010 02:00
Those party pills that tasted so sweet,
who could ever imagine,
that the magic of 3am

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Darkness falling

August 15th 2010 00:16
Darkness is falling,
I cant catch it now.
Trembles around me in specs,

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