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The veil uncertainty, covers mist-shrouded road of time
Two souls entwined, united in a common rhyme
With hopeful hearts they venture forth, treading paths unknown
Seeking solace and a destination they dream to own

Shadows and echoes chase their every stride
Their souls intertwined, on this journey side by side
Through the daunting obstacles they boldly push through
Feeling the weight of the world, yet pressing on they do

Whispered secrets of the past, they reminisce and recall
Beneath the moon's gentle glow, memories enchant and enthrall
Yet future beckons, a destination yet unseized
In search of everlasting peace, their hearts do plead

The road is long, and trials abound
But they walk hand in hand, steadfast, unbound
Through treacherous valleys and mountains high
They stumble, yet always together they rise

In this tapestry of life, they harmonize their hopes
Trading whispers of encouragement, helping each other cope
As the stars flicker above, casting celestial light
They feel a resonance, a bond that's pure and right

Time will test their fortitude, so it seems
But with steadfast hearts, they pursue their dreams
In the shadows they persist, their spirits will not yield
Together they travel, longing for the same revealed

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part II: Poetic Pillars – Questions and Answers ***
[ XXIII ]
*** When is the right path ***



“[ : When :] Joy
Fills
Each
New
Heart;
- Void
Was
Found
Firm; –

*** Root ***

Cry
Of
(the) World
Was
In
[ : each : ] Blind
Eye
To
Blame –

*** Root ***

Get
Gold [ : (en) : ]
Sword
- And
Deal
Pains,
For
Each
Heals; – ”





©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

You see, or you don't see me.

I am there, not sad, not happy.

You read, or do not read me.

Love is there, not coming and not going.

You love or do not love me, love is there, no increase or decrease.

You follow, or do not follow me.

My hand is in your hand, not to be abandoned.

Come into my arms, or, let me live in your heart.

Love each other in silence, like in silence.

Can I just hug the world please?

Some days the world hands you a slice of magic, and if nothing else comes from that it's okay.

To be able to hold onto that for a moment is worth it.

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part II: Poetic Pillars – Questions and Answers ***
[ XXII ]
*** Why people change ***



“My
Path –
Close
To
Feel
Change
In
Warm
Light; –

*** Root ***

Day
And
Night,
- Far,
But
Clear,
- ‘Tis [ : but : ]
[ : an : ] Old
Dream –

*** Root ***

Root
Deep
Faith,
- Each
Path
Leads
[ : ( to / a ) : ] Duty
Call [ : it : ]
Fight; – ”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

NOW THIS IS THE TALE OF YOUNG FREDDIE BLOOR.
WHOSE s*xual PARTS GOT JAMMED IN A DOOR.
BY THE TIME THEY HAD FREED HIM, HE DIN'T FEEL WELL,
FOR HIS POOR PRIVATE PARTS WE'RE ALL MANGLED TO HELL.

THEY RUSHED HIM TO HOSPITAL, THE AMBULANCE FLEW.
BY THE TIME THEY HAD GOT THERE, THERE WAS NOTHING THEY COULD DO.
POOR OLD FRED WITHOUT ANY CHOICE,
LEADS A LIFE OF NO SEX AND HAS A HIGH SQUEAKY VOICE.

BUT LUCKY FOR FRED, SO HE WOULDN'T FEEL A FOOL,
SOME BRIGHT SPARK INVENTED A BIONIC TOOL.
A BRIGHT NEW SHINY ONE, MADE OUT OF BRASS,
THOUGH THE BATTERIES WOULD HAVE TO BE KEPT UP HIS ARSE.

SO NEWLY EQUIPPED AND AFTER A REST,
FRED THOUGHT HE'D PUT HIS NEW TOOL TO THE TEST.
FINDING A WOMAN, THE NEAREST ONE HANDY,
HE PLIED HER WITH DRINK AND MADE HER FEEL RANDY.

SHE UNDID HIS ZIP AND PUT HER HAND ON HIS C**K,
BUT WHEN SHE WAS DOWN THERE, SHE HAD A BIG SHOCK!
"THAT'S MY BIONIC CHOPPER." FRED SAID. "AIN'T IT A BIG ONE?
COR BLIMEY SHE SAID. "I THOUGHT IT WAS A GUN!

SO F*****G AWAY FRED TURNED TO FULL BLAST.
HE DID NOT KNOW HID C**K WOULD NOT LAST.
WITH A "BANG!" FRED'S LEFT BOLLOCK SHOT INTO THE AIR,
THEY COULD NOT FIND THE OTHER NO BLOODY WHERE.

SO BACK TO THE HOSPITAL TO SEE WHAT THEY COULD DO.
"WE HAVE A SPARE ONE, THAT'S LUCKY FOR YOU".
SO ONCE MORE EQUIPPED AND AFTER A READ,
FRED CONNECTED HIS TOOL TO A PLUG AND A MAINS LEAD.

GOOD OLD FRED, NOW HE DON'T HAVE TO TRY,
FOR NOW HE'S AC/DC AND CAN GO WITH A GUY.

THE END.

I fear if I run out of ink
my thoughts will cease to flow,
No longer free to roam around
where they desire to go.

Caught up in a stasis as my
mind begins to congeal,
Severed from my senses I find
I can no longer feel.

The proof of my existence is
my words upon the page,
Without this free expression I
feel my world is a cage.

How could I ever tell you what
my writing means to me,
Dear children born within my mind
and then I set them free.

I love my thought's many offspring
they're so dear to my heart,
I give them freedom to grow and
with my blessing depart.

I let them go to make their own
way in the world so wide,
My heart nearly bursts they are the
source of my greatest pride.

Don’t wana disconnect,
Never end this call.
You dialled up my heart’s number,
Made it beat like a dance hall,
I try to play it oh so cool
but I’m your devoted-fool
Emotions high
I just fly
everytime I’m talkin’
on the telephone with you.

In so very little time,
I’m surprised to find
You’re the first and last thing
on my mind
Wonderin’ if what you see in me,
is the same I see in you.
I can’t believe its happening
Is it really true?

Don’t wana disconnect,
Please dont end the call.
You dialled up my heart’s number,
Hit it like a cannon-ball,
I try to play it oh so cool
but I’m your devoted-fool
Emotions high
I just fly
everytime I’m talkin’
on the telephone with you.

Your eyes know that I have waited so long, as I have waited for summer for a bird, and slept like the sleep of a migrant.

_In my room looking at the ceiling...
_No willing to be cured. such a bad feeling...
_And the dreams in the tears are sailing...
_I miss something may complete my life's meaning...
_The sadness fill my heart completely...
_Maybe i'm not sad. Maybe i'm the sadness personally...
_What's wrong with me. I was wandring there happy like a bee...
_unfortunately, no body could listen or see...
_So, i write, and those words are the bandage...
_Of my heart when it was damaged...
_In that life i'm a tourist. They are my baggage...
_My source of hope and courage...