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2013-10-25 The still motion of life yields ever onward to our fertile lights;each taken to burn unique, each committed to the same wind’s dance. We race with feigned certainty to ends of roads and sudden faults of love; we, under blankets afire, we, awaiting that ancient awe. Those strong march away fearing the beauty of disappointment; long lost to old memories, long callused to our bitter truths. All our loved ones pass with the city lights below our hearts; in the thin streets of our minds, in flames we beg quietly to forget. How perfect and hopeful we've been in all our fleeting deeds; to outlast our faithfulness, to have walked onward to our night. |
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2013-10-1 You're the passenger who left mewhen I forsook the shore; in love out at sea, with dreams of nothing more. I thought these sails would save you from an old lonely storm, but can you rescue what's been so safe and warm? Well I'm sorry I shipped out fast leaving what I adored; truths tied to the mast, of my love still anchored. Now we're over those shipwrecked tears, and never have I told how I kept for years your lonely storms of old. |
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2013-9-23 By the hand of nightits ring a kind gesture Let me alone Let me remember How you held all my fears in your pain and your words Small hints of the heavens down here in your arms The sins we own The deeds we forget The dreams that left us quietly as we slept Now pale as the moon no blushing lullaby Let me hold on Let me my goodnight We all drift apart slow to the edge of the sky Coldly pressing for more but no more we are given Now the hands of the light come to take me away from my cold metal world the warm bed where you lay but I'll fight for more time just to know you're still here just let me alone just let me one more day The sins we own The deeds we forget The dreams that left us quietly as we slept Morning comes bitter as I wake here alone Let me go back Let me see you home Safe in all we have been and all we'd have become Still innocent children to the years ahead |
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2013-3-31 A home forged from our yearsand this bad liar's face, in the care of your love; for your hopes in this place. I stepped on their ashes disregarded their graves, and I kissed you and fled; now I see what remains. A river of their soot 'round this runaway's home, where I burned down the bridge from the ending they chose. They drowned in their beliefs in the filth of their fires, and they could have been saved; if I'd stayed for a while. Now every light is gone from where you shared your heart; mere ghosts of obsession, now forever apart. Oh please, please forgive me! I left your world for dead; and faithfully they marched, to their believer's end. I'm nothing more than me, without another soul; just this bad liar's face, and empty chairs at home. |
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2013-2-5 When you freeze on the rooftop,see a billion years gone by, these answers hold no meaning, but you hold them 'til you die. You are only as alone as a child still unborn; so desperately longed for, while your life is yet unworn. You'll know pain in friends' faces who have also hurt with you; torn open hearts, thought unloved, will mend — and break — anew. Faith and your heathenism are two practical choices, yet already you have seen how small deeds have great voices. You will love — oh how you'll love — and your reasons will vary; like excuses for living, or breaking up unfairly. In time you'll choose so wisely, like an actor's leading role; sharing stories you borrowed as you stumbled down a hole. Remembering to ask why will drift from your attention; seemingly less important, than the last of all questions. You will love the ones you kill. You will kill the ones you hate. These are the answers we've found, and forever find too late. |
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2012-12-8 It is like rain.It is the sound. It is the taste. As clear tonight as ever. This memory from long ago, before your face washed away. Oh to feel it run down my skin, as hands and hearts so generously touched. It is like rain. It is searching. It is my loss. To have suffered and mourned. Where are you now my nearest friend? Where have you hidden in the darkness? Please pull me from this storm, and hold me, hold me safe on solid ground. It is like rain. It is the roof. It is the leak. You're hardly anything at all. Yet on and on I wander, always finding you less with time. Don't leave me with myself, Don't leave me here, with a man I've never known. |
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2012-11-22 Now this machine runs cold;every part in its place, every squeaky wheel — silenced. Drilling into the heart of being, to meet you at the end, with the whole of my fears. I've only just begun to know you, but I believe I know you so well. They forbade these dirty hands from the dirt you wanted thrown into the ground, now your home. I never believed in faith but I trusted yours had meaning: that I was too scared to see. I've only just begun to know you, and I trust I always did. I'll be out past the stars soon; where touch loses its meaning - I was bound get there somehow. I'll embrace the destiny of life knowing all things are born to die and I'm afraid to be afraid I've only just begun to know you, and I know I never will. |
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2012-10-17 Him,and his only beside the vague fire drying old faults and perfect mistakes Still, held in delight broken with desire resolved to sin by midnight recourse Faith, how time forgets whether we retire dying for more or slighter absolve Them, with no farewells bearing fine attire pleading in wrath or destined contempt Oh, oh how holy without each other knowing what was can never again Her, and her only beside the vague fire drying old faults and perfect mistakes |
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2012-9-24 As we wait here in wonder,wrapped around each other, the ship's in the dock — our luggage all aboard. It wasn't easy to get here, to the end of the world. Still not ready to go, but how could we really know? So we hold on with our nails, with the pains we find. An old captain and the cartographer; still a wind in these sails, and still just as blind. Our mail comes from the kneeling, who can't shake the feeling, of us on the dock — with those who won't yet sail. We merely whisper sweet farewells, to the rest of the world. With no more room to need, we're all that we'll ever be. So we hold on with our nails, with the pains we find. An old captain and the cartographer; still a wind in these sails, and still just as blind. Why make so little of leaving, of those plans still weaving, as we drift from dock — to our life out at sea. So nearly I could not have been; so scarcely as the world. To keep it all so near, what loss could I hold so dear? |
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2012-9-10 All I ever knew was your face,a glimpse through the crowd; or the dances we've outgrown, with the pain of our mistakes. Like a scent you can't remember, which brings a lost warmth; as I tremble to confess, we are not who we've recalled. You are a memory - no not even that. You are what couldn't be, a rabbit from a hat. While I've shaded you in my fear, you have been my light; in an aimless heart's stumble, I have found my own new home. You are a memory - no not even that. You are what couldn't be, a rabbit from a hat. |
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