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Patient and yearning,
suffering and resolving,
Be slow and balance thy rites o` magus;
herein let the wand caress the countenance of the cup,
lo in sign by seal twas the disc revealed;
entwined serpent`s festoon,
a scarab doth adjure it`s boon risen as the sun,
tis thy house consecrated unto all lands.

As I lay in this darkened room my breath so still memories of your face burn though me like crystallised fire your memory fades and I scream with pain how much longer will Iie hear in this darkened room will your not take me now from my doom bits of my mind go floating into the past where you are so young so full of live I see us walking hand in hand with the sea under feet and our love so strong then laying in the sand and as the Sun goes down you fall asleep I lay watching your every move so lovely you are now the tears come running back as your memory fades and I lay in the darkened room ?

Outside my broken window, the light begins to fade ...
at least that's how the evening tide makes it seem...
I look into my closed mind ,
to see if I can walk the night ...
to bridge the gap ,
to keep close to me ,
the warm, life giving light...
I look outside my window broken ...
and what remains of this life ...
kneading and treading the old paths,
cognizant and privy to the new ....
with a measure of heart,
standing...
with shields of Faith,
Hope and Love,
I will traverse the landscapes before me,
those paths most welcome...and those not.

gs

Down in the wood there is a stream, just larger than a
brook. That seems to hold all my answers, as it
travels to river. I can hear it as I sleep.

Knowing that this is my place, knowing that this is my
peace.

Always giving me clues, so I myself here again,
at this stream, larger than a brook. Conversing with
God who knows;

That this is my place, that this is my peace.

As I watch a pastel colored maple leaf, follow it's
path to river. Never being taken under, yet coming so
close. I can smell Gods breath here;

This is my place, this is my peace.

No man has ever been here, but God and me. This cold
morning, where I can see his whisper. Saying to me;

Is my place, is my peace.

I have never taken anyone, this secret place of mine.
Hidden past the rock by the pine, where cold morning
frost intertwines. But this morning I find you at;

My place, my peace.

smell the night
draw its essence deep
for in this hour
I am this hour

taste the night
whose delights run naked
in the canyons of the vanquished
as surely we shall fall
in the fibre light tonight

A person is never fully known
we never get to know the mind of a human being
but when you fall in love, you experience that you think you know everything.
We never know ourselves when we love
we never know love when we try
we just play the truth, because we hate knowing about falsehood
We are so equal that inequality distances us from reality.
we walked aimlessly and found answers
we sail without the moon and lose the opposite direction.
We accomplish feats and we hate at least once in life
but it is not enough when we detect that everything is a lie.
Life is just a passage of clouds,
and at times it seems to us to grow from a large tree.
If we reach eternity
we are applauded by angels who suffered with us
the abuses of a story Endless.
What are we?
We are the fruit of what we have never known

If I could change the seasons or the colours of the world.
I would use that power to light your way, and watch your road unfurl.
If I changed direction of the hands upon the clock,
I would let them spin us back in time and at our meeting they would stop.
I'd change the words I said that day to truth instead of lies.
I'd tell you that I love and loved what I see in your eyes.
and if i had that chance again to hold you on that day.
Id never let you go again and watch you walk away.
And that would change my future sky's to blue instead of grey.

glass visage
marine green
...
load
...
cube
...
iron
...
load
...
cube
...
iron
...
burnt bronze

never lose sight of light
even as pearls of tears falling off your face
painted walls of torture and pain
silk and honey rubbed on your skin
to be scraped off by the tongue of the gods
enthralled as your master
if only to spare your agony
but you know
nothing exist between you and your dreams
promised of a gold filled tomorrow
now rest on your skills
blow and suck and let them lick your petals
ah if only you know you've been fooled
used and worn like those linens
now crumpled on your feet
how long will it be, when you realize
they will get away with these crimes
while you lay rotten, shamed and beaten
and no one heard of your screams
because their weapon and defense
is encrypted in our silence
the never ending game
afforded by money and fame

and as you lay weak and dying
you have become nothing
just a piece of a** bought and paid for

by these masters of evil
we call: the guardians of our lost souls.
if only you knew.

I was cast in shadows of doubts
Where I would stand in winter woods
Surrounded by these long straight bars
Stretching majestically away from the sun
So that standing behind each tall bare tree
Rising right high over me or under me
Not always knowing which direction
Will leads me home or away to darkness
And as always light should follow me
Shining path I will follow along the way