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2007-2-27 as some dreaming sightby eyes' fond rest on silver dreams to know, to know again what felt before was lost ...here thought I, I'd not dream again this soulful dancer whirls slow afore mine fixed eyes to float, and drift in time so brought longing to me whence some winter's night brought cold at hand of wand'rer's woes to feel, to feel her then scarce a spirit more true then by turning hand amongst loveless feeling's embrace to kiss, and lose I'd not for not cheaply I fell now faintly spoken in pain of thine locked mantle's weight I wish, I wish I'd told just how my heart's been drawn ...here thought I, I'd not dream again Yet here o'er warms my heart to be wrong |
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2007-2-8 I knew oncea golden meadow that shown in light as by dreams where fared the hands of none but those I placed secretly In this place my dancing conscious did read upon leafy boughs and shared nature's comfort as someone lost now called home |
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2007-2-7 Speak a mindsuch a voice as this light is warm here by the fire hearing thought spoken openly To question some tired hearts need listen to longing souls that rest on these chamomile dreams Sharing time within some waking moment I've found myself when once in shadow, now happy |
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2007-2-6 It's awful crowded in here.The light hardly shines in this room you left for me and the songs you sing haunt the corridors of your mind Not much breaks through. The door is locked shut by memories you won't share and the space beneath is hardly room for a whisper Something that is hope. The key is locked away in desperate paintings and as your hand strokes I know not what to say Wanting what's not mine. The apology I wish to make by the jutting from your voice and the sudden distance is never mine to share |
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2007-2-2 Stand in light for today's life's boundfor all the joy your heart never found. Be easy on your solemn way for love rests in your heart today. 'Tis sad to leave the past behind as memories you seek to find. But learn in this day of remembrance for joy shall come as tears leave hence. Rejoice today and live tomorrow for returning love will drown your sorrow. |
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2007-2-1 For the bittersweetof a once-loved smile and the silicon breadth of a love-graced while Come may we to hear and bear our heaven-rent souls if they silently speak you'll bare your ember-bent coals We forget these lies and how they make us feel low, a thousand tries just might make something real And we justify all the lust-resistence by a terror within all the faith-fought distance Know the touching soul and believe you ain't got one 'cause it tears you apart to believe you're forgotten We forget these lies and how they make us feel low, a thousand tries just might make something real We're all becoming such a tear-lost reason for a willowy life such a wind-stripped season As friends knowing love and warmth souls always mean fair may we dreamily keep such warmth as few may compare We forget these lies and how they make us feel low, a thousand tries just might make something real We forget these lies and promises we seal a thousand tries just might make something real again |
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2007-1-31 watch the light strike time awayall those memories I may watch the sunrise through the hall because there's nothing there at all now all's gone and I'm still here to carry on without you near by the burden you exume watching you wake beside her tomb may it never be the same as the rest may fool again never was the smile you wanted just the warmness that she flaunted |
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2007-1-22 Beyond, afarSome shallow blood ferninst Some ancient shore Windswept, carried With floating heart's intent With passion wan Intimate, sincere By hollow hand repose By mindless bilk Threadbare, effete For wanton, vain retreat For feeling real Loving, hating I believe here betwixt I always knew |
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2007-1-15 Here we are again.With fish in the sea. Just like all the others, but you're one step behind me. Like battle's flag. Raise the standard high. Some bigger fish perhaps, to eat the best as they die. You never knew. In the surface you saw. Some strange beauty long past, as my old soul's scars spread, raw. Nothing was meant. No fate ever became. Just a long way lost now, by voiceless plans your faith names. |
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2006-12-16 By his will the grains shall bendlike sight against a looking glass By the story of his life The world would change but the sea of the sun would swarm to its master And all that was done will be done again When he lifts his hand When he chooses to try By life his desert will slip away like reading into an abyss By the scars on his face The words would prove true but the sound of his faith would fall under their feet And the cracking of this image will unfold again When he stands so high When his beauty is not the world's By his love the sands will bury like clouds o'er hatred's grave By the choice he has made The thought of emotion would die but the lost light in memory would always be hope And the instance of reliving will redeem again When his story wakes him When his dusts clear the stones |
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