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sable still the vision you are
fey and a distant you remain
there is a time that is and will be
this song that is, past
no calls shall echo
in this world we have
no colors will remain
in the paling memory
move amongst the ashes of desire
stir the remanants to life
until the changing wind comes
scattering, unchanging sameness
a pale flickering light glows
in the heart of cain
pulsing with it's pain
blood holds its memory
this softly spoken opera
heading to a final refrain
casually cruel heartbreaking
made with dying breath
melodic this song flows
in the world we made
this perfect, loving refrain
now a passing memory
a drunkards desire is tilted
it's stain we know so well
amber torment tasted again
legacy reaver, I am bereft
again torment I now know
this flesh a casualty
again I let it seep and stain
tainting the memory of me.
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Date Added: Monday December 8, 2008 - [permalink]
Dedication /Inspiration:
O_o ... less booze.
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where in hand one hides from the world a secret
childishly hiding in a corner, with shameful coveting
revealing in darknened places, in the palm of hand
echoing a reflection of self in an impure flame
all desires and desires fuel this definition
where one aches to have lost in the desire of wont
this casuality, a frugally hopeful existence.
and so stained with such fading defintion of self
afraid to allow it to splinter and reform
that or the presence of others would reveal
our fear of displaying ones limitations in contrast
in birds eye view, a faceted world of lights in corners
this bitter canvas of humanity, shaped with distrust
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Date Added: Wednesday September 24, 2008 - [permalink]
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in paling light with a soft kiss of cold
where behind tired eyes a cacophony of stars
like the canvas concealed behind the grey clouds
a fraction of parted eyes shows no change
only punctuated by the slow erratic breathing
where in the coming morning soon approaching
restful or other incarnate dreams await
still only buffeted by absent or abstract thought
and casually sampled half lucid dreams
all that is, when lying without company
is a scent of warmth, mayhap a taste of a dream
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Date Added: Wednesday September 24, 2008 - [permalink]
Dedication /Inspiration:
self explanatory; sorta - well. lying awake 'trying' to go to sleep. contradictory really, sleep comes on it's own.
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a difference of perception will taint
like poison in the blood of life
one will be taken when asked to define
the a pulse of life that glistens and endorses
is is it a moment where blood flows
in battle with disregarded violence
or an intimate violence, that harm
for you a misconception lies waiiting
no imgery can be conjutred to design
a factual repsresentation of one's emotion
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Date Added: Tuesday July 8, 2008 - [permalink]
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There is taking
And there is holding
Stranger still
The application of
There is giving
With empty hand
Dangerous still
For fruitless it is
There is accepting
difference incarnate
From everything else
For now it is, remaining
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Date Added: Tuesday July 8, 2008 - [permalink]
Dedication /Inspiration:
long story, my own answer.
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where the daylight streams
glisten and flow down corrugated skies
lies the eyes of one who wonders
why when unconcealed the light is a torment
and through shields of gray a wonder
yet still like ocassional liquid reminders
of all things we'd rather not enjoy
is still a hand unheld almost asunder
that you dear, were not here too.
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Date Added: Tuesday July 8, 2008 - [permalink]
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breathing in, loving imagination as it gives taste
you may not know it but you feel like you remember
a pale taste of what you know and the aching
this free fall with a trust of the passionate you
I have stretched myself knowing of me
somewhat anguished hopes that I will know you
I need no yowled sentiment or powerful songs
you have tainted my recollections and I am lost
there is the fear I am left alone as you leave,
struggling with the silence as I am left wonder
swinging doors count down as it draws to a stilll
from when you have gone, and I have only the past
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Date Added: Monday May 5, 2008 - [permalink]
Dedication /Inspiration:
Linkin Park - In The End
Blink 182 - Don't Leave Me
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I recall that moment with your invitation
where we let go of what we knew and believed
and the indulging in a passionate moment
there were seconds I could not breathe
coughing as my heart held still as I waited
and there was nothing I wouldn't have given
to touch your face for a second and shown
a moment of expression, a second of love
.... there is nothing else I wanted
now I dream of you in silent moments
aching for those recollections of you
holding pieces of self given freely
to draw a fraction closer to your core
hoping you would come to my open arms
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Date Added: Monday May 5, 2008 - [permalink]
Dedication /Inspiration:
Lifehouse - Hanging By A Moment
Sum 41 - In Too Deep
... it was a linguistic challenge.
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so perfectly bound
contrained in dark ways
aching for my freedom
but wanting that confinement
I am bound to these moments
aching for their purity
I am considering delusion
and the feeling of escape
random moments are my sin
inspiration in torment
and desire in earnest
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Date Added: Monday October 29, 2007 - [permalink]
Dedication /Inspiration:
changing and exploring such weird expressionism
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