tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22001773490857812712024-02-18T21:10:50.980-08:00Fallen CastleFallen are the castles,those ruins left behind in time,where are the bards and minstrels but beneath the walls of rubble and loneliness is the last voice that sings in the quiet of desolation...Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-59666743886583352352011-10-17T21:09:00.000-07:002011-10-17T21:09:43.558-07:00When The Leaves May Fall<br />
<br />
When the leaves may softly fall,<br />
gently like the rain that<br />
I see you standing in,<br />
the face of ever changing beauty,<br />
standing alone in a garden of grey,<br />
for as the wind sweeps your voice,<br />
in the curling tails of mistrals bending forth<br />
thick walls of nothing facing you,<br />
as nature stands beside you calmly,<br />
For it was not even I,who loves you much more,<br />
who slept with the mind open and dreaming eternities;<br />
there is an infinity that tries to flee,<br />
as I compare love and its ocean of madness,<br />
do I compare love to a single kiss.<br />
But when the leaves may fall,<br />
I will find love under summer's spells,<br />
for those thrills of life and light have not found me yet,<br />
for I have been painting many sad faces in the sand,<br />
but all were mine that turned in the making,<br />
of all the expressions that defined the sour truth,<br />
I finally saw the meaning of having absolutely nothing,<br />
like barren mountains bearing each other,<br />
become the reasons of a life worth living.<br />
I see the future of thy nature,<br />
it's course is beautiful and cold,<br />
But I see thy reflection closely,<br />
thou art the shade of sweet calypso growing old.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-53001124176720706762011-10-17T20:24:00.000-07:002011-10-17T20:24:35.845-07:00The AdvantageHow clueless he is,this true man of perfection,<br />
for he is known as the man lost of his perception,<br />
How mislead he has become in his perfection,<br />
for he has lost the ultimate advantage;<br />
The ideal advantage is suited to consume reason,<br />
and yet,remains as the very source of logic.<br />
He pounds at the door of knowledge,<br />
knowing fully well that none would answer,<br />
and the doors are locked from the inside,<br />
but over there,the windows are left open,and,<br />
He can now only feel like a thief.<br />
Such is the nature of that perfection,<br />
that deceit with grace,and yet a man still.<br />
For his eyes,ears and that rapid devils tongue,<br />
too quick to break the silence,<br />
for not so long ago,these once primates knew<br />
of a silence,that of a different kind,<br />
one that fully understands the powers of uncertainty,<br />
one that knows fear from the heavy gloat of hungry death,<br />
one that knows the advantage from perfection,<br />
without the advantage,we are helpless,<br />
simply just the mindless eyes of dark corridors,<br />
for such a being of selfish decision,<br />
as the true poet must be<br />
to discover his own advantage over the charming muse.<br />
<br />
Now,let us return to the ideal of perfect man,<br />
But oh!where has he fled?<br />
But over there,i see him fleeing across the horizon,<br />
holding his perfect face in the light of shame.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-74498934552448882452011-07-29T00:34:00.000-07:002011-07-29T00:34:29.804-07:00This Aging Tomb<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">should I be allowed to witness such random movement,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">for such vision becomes the object of the eye's fascination,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">for look at the the tiresome living,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">such fine examples of perfecting disorder!</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">But here among these solitary trees,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">where i sleep beneath their softening spells,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">of their illusive robes and perfumes,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">for in this serenity of simply sitting and living here,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">to be enbalmed in the fortress of the earth,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">how could i but wish to rest within this aging tomb,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">than return to my empty and rising coffin in the sky,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">and to die with those blank and meaningless memories,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">unfreezing in the very fear of death.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">but just like voiceless soldiers we live and drive the dogs away,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">defending our ever patient deathbeds for just a moment longer,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">returning every mortal insult with a cold face,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">showing nothing but defiance in the face of the ugly truth.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">but cant you see the trees growing without pausing to notice you?</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">do they seek your intervention to blossom into beauty?</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">have you not realized that your very desire to touch corrupts beauty?</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">but it is such a waste of time,to complain,to harass the nature of men,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">like an old wife nagging the timeless deeds of certain stupidity,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">and nothing ever really changes,even that is for certain.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">still the trees are aging,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">growing old before the mirrors of the sky and sea,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the moss covering the earth and stone,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">as soft carpets for the warm feet that tip toe across,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">and living has become a moment of the past,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">allowing the dying to breathe in bliss,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the present,the future,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">for see how far words can foretell the art of living.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">this is not goodbye,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">this is an arriving after so many before,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">this living is dying,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">in this aging tomb,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">where i dream of still nights,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">where the silence kills the slumber,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">where the stars follow the sun and moon,</span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">and these days are just memories running away.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-83764747630644787112011-06-03T12:12:00.000-07:002011-06-03T12:12:12.715-07:00The Butcher<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
</span></i><br />
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<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Chop,chop all the heads down,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and bend your tired back and kindly pick them up,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and shed your trails before its sundown.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">"catch your breath,my child,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">for it is the wine of the gods we have spilt today,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and may we feast lustily today,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">so shall we be fed by our darling cow,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">glazed by the fires burning smoke beneath our roof,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and swell tonight,as liquid lovers do."</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">chop,chop,all the heads down,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">the mother and the butcher,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">tomorrow and forever,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">they grind their knives against the filth and the bone,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and the mother of life and death,screams to her children,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">"all hail the butcher!</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">you live his dreams of cutting flesh,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">for eternities you will endure this!"</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">she gloats in her fury,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">masking her terror of his face,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and the butcher remains idle in his shop,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">his family outgrown,and the infinite cousins in numbers,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and yet,somehow,this knife would not stop,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">the soft flesh that would not resist beneath it,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">it was the keen mind that soaked in bloody pleasure,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">as was his,that refused not the escape from paradise.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">the children,raced each other around the world,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">while the mother chased them behind the stormy winds,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">that brought destruction and relief,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">while the butcher still remained idle in the shop,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">waiting for the meat that would slip beneath his fingers,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and his back turned,would his children devour,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and so he begins again,carving his thumb along the blade,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">wishing their necks were lined against his skin,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">but hold the tragic investors to blame,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">it was them that laugh and talk in whispers,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">but where am I now?</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">who is left to the butchers shop?</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">there is peace in the unknowing heart,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">there is intelligence in the careless heart,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">which do you choose?</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and the butcher is sleeping in the garden,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">careless and unknowing to these questions,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">life and death return to their mother,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">she sleeps before they could return,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">and they sit by her and sing together,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">"we strode in cities,naked and drawling,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">we died unknown and survived today,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">in tiny,missing rooms among a thousand lost,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">we rode on horses and kicked their backs,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">they rushed insane and trampled the sons,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">we gave our gold to undesired men,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">we took them back and were plain instead,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">sleep gently,our darling mother,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">sleep as you will the butchers handle,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">strike that meat,with hate and beat,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">this night is dead,and silent are we."</span></i></div><div><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-29309558697222564272011-05-14T12:49:00.000-07:002011-05-14T12:49:57.821-07:00The Clock<div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">i could sing a song for your mother,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">i cannot do much else,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">i could lift your head to the boiling sun,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">but you could do that yourself,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">and i wish your dead eyes kept still,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">if only your breath would drown in hysteria,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">and shadows crawl along the edges,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">waiting for you to sit down again and resolve,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">to eat you up and spit you out,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">down the tunnels obsolete and the echoes incomplete,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">shouting strings of filth at the faces of those who you repulse,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">and strangers glance at the reckless might of lunacy,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">with the contempt of the plain man cracking on the jowls and the sneer,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">how wise could the living be,for all of meaning will perish with death,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">and the only change life will recieve, is the freedom from the physical,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">evolution,to give rise to the power of the mind,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">where the conscience will cease to exist with all consciousness,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">and the mind will be more than matter,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">control,the manipulation of words to the hypnotising rhythm,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">the noise,the sound,the melody,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">the splaying ink of unrest and tragic memories,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">the cure for physical maladies,being the art of suffering,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">where death is monotonous enough to appear again,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">salvation,the dying man,would call him,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">rather than the relief that one see's and would believe in finding "god",</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">believe that nothing will save you,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">have faith in life running short,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">and understand the essence of time that is so difficult to divide within yourself,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">though the clock runs as swiftly ,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">following the sun to make its mark upon our lives,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">should we give in our wills to the ticking of a dull pair of hands,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">moving in circles,hollowing in me,tick-tocking all around me,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">lustful fantasies flying down those dark and empty corridors,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">like ghosts of a false fairy tale,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">where the heart wallows in selfish content,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">leave this man alone,leave this love alone,this mindless addiction,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">this strand of dark hair left behind in an ugly twirl,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">this face of a man imprinted on the skin of the sky,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">the power of god,existing in the listless names of unseen rarities,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">the eye,again,is a wonderful testament to this profound proclamation,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">where does it not decieve the mind of its truthful amenities,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">bearing witness in silence but for the quaking and shuddering rasps of understanding,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">oh how the body mocks the presence of understanding!</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">but hear the clock resounding still,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">you have not forgotten everything yet,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">time does not stand still but only the moments lost,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">nothing is significant but,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">death is the divide,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">the bridge between the time of birth and the life of many choices made,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">the past and the present are ominous as ever,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">sparkling bright with prospects for those who have calculated thus far,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;"> and the clock remains as it were,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">moving forever,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">along the sun,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">around the universe,</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">and dead around me.</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-44315540488713509322011-04-23T01:55:00.000-07:002011-04-23T01:55:56.701-07:00The Storm<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you hear the cry of the startled raven?</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The pelting rain falls and breaks,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">as stars are hidden from the keenest admirers,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the clouds broken and scattered,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">like scratches on the surface of the eye.</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">strong winds blow this way,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">as solid steel and metal anew,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">crumple and vanish beneath the thundering brew.</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">broken feathers,some lost forever,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">shattered bones,but forever standing,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">what is lost in a storm,should be,must be,forgotten,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but all this while were the seas dead in silence,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but the roars of the wave that rush to the land,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">deafening the shrieks of madmen lost to the terror of the storm,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">now cries in absolute despair,the raining fires that sear through the night.</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sing,o raven,before you croak,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">destroy this wind of death,for it falls at the sight of true beauty,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">show the unhidden world of what lies waiting,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">meaning and reasons have got nothing to do with this,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">as the lover breaks his heart by himself,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the cold stare of desolation prepare,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the waiting arms of the storm and the damnation to bear,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">where is beauty in times of death,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">she stands ugly as a pillar of iron,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">destruction described in the paralysis of illusions,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">horror,horror,you have shown your true face,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hidden and wealthy of indifference,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">as pale as nature finds her skin,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the raven is falling through the mist,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fragments of time are born apiece,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the center of self is lost beneath,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in the darkest abyss,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">where i shelter from no sun,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">as the quiet days of laughter remained,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a home i would call now,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the mind is on its way,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">how i wish i had caught the raven gently,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but i failed to see the reasons of living,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but to grab the murderer before the act,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">to catch life by the throat for once,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">to terrify,by death,by destruction,by despair,</span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">for how could all things be fair?</span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-79984537777219364532011-04-11T21:56:00.000-07:002011-04-11T21:56:42.596-07:00The Face<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-top: 0.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><i>look to the skies when you are without yourself,<br />
look down to the ground and see what you have found,<br />
where are your eyes but upon your face,<br />
look straight and try to gather your last days.<br />
who are you but a man and his face?<br />
look at me and speak,<br />
for where is your toungue but locked away in your daze,<br />
but can you see me as your tears leak,<br />
for look!the man who cries but cannot speak!</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><i><br />
are you a man who has not seen his face?<br />
are you so modest that your beauty sinks beneath your skin?<br />
can your words hear mine? do they not rankle your senses?<br />
to rebel,to break my solitude with your expressions,<br />
would you not do any of these to stand up against this submitting life?</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><i>what does your name or your face matter anymore?<br />
for it is not your time to decide.</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><i><br />
listen to your will for it is more precious than your mind,<br />
for thought would tempt those vivid distractions,<br />
night and day have become so worthless to you,<br />
that time is not enough for you to grow with the ages,<br />
and in everything else you find reasons to hope for.</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><i><br />
lying with your head,chin resting upon your chest,<br />
do you stare at the blank walls that face you like a man,<br />
as the wind has lost its way and you can hear nothing but noise,<br />
the way you stare at everyone else who do but show lively,<br />
the smiles and the tearing glances that fall on you,<br />
and leave you freezing in a pillar of snow.</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><i><br />
</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><i>but leave behind your shamed filled lies,<br />
for there are other minds that would prefer to suffer,<br />
than endure the inhumanity of this progressive future,<br />
for now would you control your sanity,<br />
for how you see the world in your true eyes,<br />
so is it becoming the dream of a reality,<br />
and so shall tomorrow rise and it is the dying that dies.</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><i><br />
call upon fate,if you will,<br />
but destiny does not exist but in your mind,<br />
call upon those echoes of a dream,and they will say that you are deaf unto your own voice,<br />
and they laugh and scream,the mirth of hysteric confusion,<br />
but you will stand a man,human above all means,<br />
as you shall see everything as it has to be,<br />
and live among them as a shadow that trails in the light,<br />
for this seething mass has a voice that chants into the night,<br />
you hear it in your sleep as the night is silent by the moon,<br />
and yet you woke to a life that spoke about it all too soon.</i></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"></span><span style="background-color: white;"></span><span style="background-color: white;"></span><span style="background-color: white;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-827570563504582112011-04-09T05:27:00.000-07:002011-10-17T20:47:57.556-07:00The Equal<pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><b>
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the light equals the time of day,
and the night remains as the darkness it its way,
as the right to silence,
equals the balance in the restless mind,
and where nothing is the same,
and where time is not what matters
but essential in this game.
the equal,the balance,
the remedy of time itself,
for it is a strange abstraction,this equal,
for how many minds could differ from the other,
when the equal stands alone upon the precipice,
vaguely indifferent and yet significantly alone.
the price of the balance,
to be paid by the sale of ones virtues,
to be the virtue itself,
in equal terms with the presence of pride and my arrogance,
for these are the tools that i have survived with for so long.
a mirror equals the physical,
nothing more and nothing less,
the plain glass that reflects the truth as it should,
for all other lies uphold the balance between,
and all other answers lie beyond the darkness after death.
secrets are kept in the hilt of a fatal blade,
for now destiny does not exist in the hands of a suicidal generation,
that breeds among the artful murderers,
that have found new taste in the fresh blood of the innocent,
and terror is the face that rises from the crimson sea,
the balance tilted for there is more blood raining from the skies,
and all my words did drink of them like wine,
for there is no greater and powerful drink,
than the essence of all things driven beyond the point of good and evil.
but these are ravished arguments that stir the bitter truth in my mouth,
for these words should not be empty of my voice,
and the reasons i wish to speak now,
for with a childish mirth does an audience glare back,
singing loudly of the barbarian chants that blabber nonsense into the refined listener,
for they screamed loudly and stamped the floor,
looking at me as if i was at fault for their expensive misery,
and loudly did one say,
for what else can this bird sing?for here is the monkey that thrives
in the dreams of our own amusement!
but does he,this personage of stupidity,
and a carcass as useless as his brain,
bring forth my ambitions to the public eye,
and to mock them and judge me above all else,
for mark that he has no reason or purpose of encouraging this absurdity,
but these are the same falsities that we all cherish among others.
i am not shallow enough to hinder the truth beyond its recognition,
but i seek to face the truth upon the balance,
to equal life among death,
and to erase the lines that divide the world.</b></span></pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-45231534733263881612011-04-01T18:01:00.000-07:002011-04-01T18:01:21.345-07:00The Butterfly<b>This is madness! the bitter cruelty of truth and the terror of nature! There are no reasons to exist here but the trivial tasks of living, for there are streaming rivers of bloody life and half cast shadows of the watchful waiting gather beyond the yawning sky, and so filled with light, as these shadows are banished far from the call of darkness.</b><br />
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<b>And this is death! The ocean and sky, the solid and the spirit, for the fires of heaven graze the sky amidst tongues of flames that leap towards the earth, and terrible are the cracks and thundering giant clouds, that storm the world with a merciless sweep. But it is death that weeps when the world collapses beyond his reach.</b><br />
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<b>Is this life a struggle against death, when death is becoming and stoops down to claim us all? This purpose we call our freedom, what of it? The butterfly is simply the answer to existence.</b><br />
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<b>A floundering caterpillar should barely recognise its own existence before the time of evolution proceeds and it is already concealed within the glass cocoon and the butterfly breaks away as a new species by design. How mysterious is the cause of this butterfly to break its bonds with mother earth, and to fall upon the drifting wave of time that carries the careless butterfly to the end. But how may days did it take to gather its strength, regardless of seconds and hours ticking by, and to feed its hunger that grew steadily and then to bear the task of the evolution in its making?</b><br />
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<b>Everything is apparent and obviously justified as one learns, for the world is the map of all the living and the non living, but the reasons are a humane question or a study that does not really need pondering over, but this existence of the butterfly will seem completely curious to the wide open mind that will learn anything and everything.</b><br />
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<b>But what else revolves around this cycle of thriving and perishing? Does not reason belong somewhere between this unreasonable and fatal cycle? Does not the butterfly ascend even beyond the boundaries of freedom, given its former state that mused at this impossible future?</b><br />
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<b>A false world does give life but never meaningful enough that the world seems robbed of all happiness and its spontaneous moments that we cherish so delightedly. For here comes the storm, changing moments into seasons of that which nature shall rule by her terrible hand, as she showers the sky and lands with torn butterfly wings that float gently across those ravaged winds.</b><br />
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<b>Is this purpose of the butterfly justified? The air and the earth, do they serve as mere guides and mothers who nurse their children with such tender care and then cast them head first into the maw of death? the love of the sun and the mild dew upon the butterfly’s back, that sprinkles like the misty rain of morn, where the flowers will bend to touch the butterfly, for shining in the light of life and the earth rejoices of the artist who made nature more beautiful than his child. But as creations left without purpose, and how terrible and beautiful is the world that these shards of reason lay scattered everywhere and each life must choose the subtle truth, so unique and rare that the truth is never complete, for nature buries this life beneath her sands and the wind to carry the last living breath. For we are not given reasons to live and that is the complete freedom that is sparked in even a new born child.</b><br />
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<b>Beauty is that which one fills paradise aplenty, and with every other desired attraction towards the past or the present, and this brave witness of paradise, looking from the insanity to the heights of madness, and he trembles and weeps at the sight of this rising hell. Enchanted are the tricks of nature and the devil that promise the greatness and the fall, both so simple that none could exist without the other.</b><br />
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<b>Madness is desired above all else, where laughter rings like the echoing screams of a thousand souls, raped by the haunting allures of this paradise.</b><br />
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<b>It is the corruption of nature that fuels this hungry beast of ambition that lumbers on through the walls of knowledge, where the sky falls when ignorance is uttered, for the mind is destroyed as the battering continues.</b><br />
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<b>The butterfly is dead and alive, a ghost of life as sombre as the mayfly and the moth. The cold and the heat, fire and water, how well does the air rend life apart with such daring acts of flaming storms and drowning deluges, for it is nature that disregards the cold reasons of humankind and its progress, and that in vain, for the horror falls like a thick curtain before the gates of paradise.</b><br />
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<b>Freedom is the right of a butterfly, if not for those who have already chosen, this illusion of life before death, is the reason that nature is thus defined.</b><br />
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<b>There flies the butterfly upon crystal waves, just a flutter of wings that glide noiselessly by, for who could come by a purpose so pure and simple, to reveal itself to the world and perish before it. Before the sun rises, why must time account for all that was restless and awake within the black night? And still freedom flees as if death and time were chasing it forever, over the ages hunted among other chosen desires and when shall the grey locks upon freedom fade, and where shall we rest, but ever restless in the moment that waits for the future.</b><br />
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<b>This fragile ghost of beauty and of nature, shall end and begin in the life of dawn to dusk and where the butterfly fades when death so mighty does finally descend.</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-20382923561162800212011-01-03T22:45:00.000-08:002011-01-03T22:46:52.890-08:00The Actorthere is a city unknown,somewhere among the deepest bowels hidden within the seething masses of the growing populace.a city that wakes in the lap of its own fortune and dreams,and i am a question,standing here,naked of all thought,and i am left to speaking to myself at all times with my back to these living walls.i have seen the eyes that look back into mine without the freedom of curiosity and i regret venturing further into their lives for they are nothing but dust and mud walking on two feet while being blown away in the wind.i have walked with them,and i have understood what they mean in their glances.it is a natural effect of the moving world.to live,to die,to love,to murder,to hurt and to cry are the natural actions of all men and that is to say,to act.and act upon this stage of night and day,where everything that surrounds me,is the canvas upon which i stand and swell with pride of being the desired object of the world's attention.<br />
it is actually with some strange gratitude,do i look to the people of this forlorn city,that i consider myself the greatest and unknown performer of the wild and deserted streets,where i can only hold my head high and where i sit quietly sometimes to try and speak my mind,when my turn is due,for i have learnt to wait for the silence to end first.i am not starved by the knowledge of any particular life that i could lead,for being an actor and a performer of the physical,i will speak my lines until the very end,for they are my only words,for as if each sound of the world is uttered in it's natural grace,for this world does not allow me to remain humble any longer,<br />
for the mind is an individual with no rules and the becoming of an artist of perception.and with this perception does one see the soul,and it is not a beautiful creature.it is only upon this stage where i am reluctantly drawn to sketch this ugly portrait and hang it on these empty walls for the world to see.there are words that sing themselves free from the binds of my voice,and there are words to chain them for eternity.which do i choose and which do i forget?all these words are beautiful and terrible,and all are caught within a moment of this empty silence of the quiet streets.and still i see the moment to act.<br />
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this is a curious place.and all this curiosity towards the mundane workings of the human soul, a stray idea has caught itself upon my idle mind,the relief i have found in this simple idea,the actor's pose,is the beginning of life emerging from the depths of humane ignorance.i have carefully shed my dreams for they carry no significance anymore,for there are no techniques to this mastery of the art,but the simple application of the souls portrait upon the canvas of the world.it plays in every second of time,in every drop of laughter or tears,and we forget in time,that the life we were leading was different from yesterday.or time simply moves slowly or fast,almost at a pace of its own,and we seem to follow time wherever it may take us.the actor's pose,however,leaves me no freedom from this movement,but delivers my lines,almost as if it were on purpose,and the world seems so much smaller now that i can climb this moving mass of people and still remain invisible.<br />
there is madness in living,and that is a vision of life that i lay witness to,and time itself has a way of imprinting itself upon my soul,so that i may never see my true reflection in the daily mirror of life.what i speak is soon forgotten,for the actor never repeats unless it is absolutely necessary,but would the world really listen to the rantings of an unspeakable soul?regardless of this,the actor will still never say his words ever again,for the silence will swallow every word that i have said and time will never look back upon the lost seconds.<br />
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there are also words that give me the illusion of that timeless immortality and sometimes even a glimpse into the mystical fields of pleasure,and i have also heard words that break the silence from within,and shatter the plain edge of this madness.for i have seen that when my mind is dull,the eye quickens and the vision is altogether sudden and weary,for i lay down to weep but my eyes are filled with joy,for i am still looking into the darkness and the emptiness,and i see the world watching me,from a silent crowd that is deafening to my heart,for the chaos is breaking and i cannot find the moment to begin,for they are longing to leave my side,having heard nothing of my story,for they are listening only to the wind and the leaves of their own garden of paradise,that lies in the dim future of the death.but apart from this comforting silence,for where else will i have room to speak?<br />
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I am the actor and the mask of many faces,for there exists no still water to look deep into my own,for i can be many things and voices,even the theft of a smile,you would not push past me,for who gains but the foolishly excessive who but partake in another's share of sins and desires,and yet still greedily consume the essence of their life.it is not this pretense that darts around my heart and soul,but the simplicity of being something else,by no means of mere imitations and mockery but just,to simply be someone else.it is not a hard task but it is neither any cosmic revelation of life,where life does not exist in the tight bands of the universe,and where the reality of life is stripped from the bones of mankind's foundation.it is sad ,for i have looked through the glass panels of the future,and i have seen the endless desert stretching beyond the understanding of ultimate isolation and the loneliness of the soul.for it was i who spoke through the voices of many,where all but struggle to speak as one.<br />
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i have no dreams because of what i am.to be the eyes and voice,the writers of this simple play,for what else should i dream of,than welcoming the long awaited applause?<br />
ambition is the last regard upon which i shall glance towards in this life,for the sake of the remembrance of humankind,the stepping stone upon the unknown paths yet granted of greatness or the greatest fall upon oneself.<br />
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death is the sweetest kiss of life,that brings mere mortals to shame in the shadow of their destiny.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-14561831420882547942011-01-03T21:34:00.001-08:002011-01-03T21:36:38.758-08:00The Sleeping<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">What are these words and sounds that light every moment of life?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">What are these rivers and seas that remind us that life is still moving?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">These pages we turn of our beloved books of comfort,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And the joys of living accompany the gazing wakened,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Time alone will lead us till the peaceful slumber,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Where the end will always remain a standing question,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">But smile softly in their dreams,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">For they know that they are asleep.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Come now, children of the age,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">It will be soon time to lay down our heads,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">For in these days of light and life,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">That has become our truth in life,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">For there will fall the darkest of nights,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And the stars will shine only upon themselves,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">For we shall be eternally blind and yet awake to the night;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And we shall walk in dreams beyond,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And faraway where the darkness will find the light,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> For there is no question,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And no other answer,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">For learn this today,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">That we are brothers and sisters of the same tongues,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And may our lips remember while we hasten to stay awake,</span></div><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">For we shall remember the names of the sleeping.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-53547266352848369942010-12-18T00:21:00.000-08:002010-12-18T00:21:18.486-08:00Hopeless<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IgB6D3qMcv_CBriyPmDoGhTPJ7YNHUkapJTs9Zyk-bbFeD09CGmrioXYi6fb-hdavmrRlci7oQ5TkjID_i3fu5tn1QtN1xymqxI0k20ouA7lspILNS9s068ygeoZhYblkwoLYkQi_OR8/s1600/40-without-hope-frida-kahlo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IgB6D3qMcv_CBriyPmDoGhTPJ7YNHUkapJTs9Zyk-bbFeD09CGmrioXYi6fb-hdavmrRlci7oQ5TkjID_i3fu5tn1QtN1xymqxI0k20ouA7lspILNS9s068ygeoZhYblkwoLYkQi_OR8/s200/40-without-hope-frida-kahlo.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
He who lies naked upon the torn flames,<br />
who cried hopelessly with his arms to the heavens,<br />
the screams that escaped the grasp of his pride,<br />
while the eterally slow inferno raged in moments unto itself,<br />
and faraway,the darkness folds,<br />
in heavenly obedience as the light should cast away,<br />
the pain of suffering painted in the artists blood,<br />
for no picture of misery is perfection,<br />
but the endless suffering that breeds in the river of life,<br />
for should we summon this outcaste angel,<br />
does he gain victory over the mortal soul,<br />
for should that give him back what he had lost,<br />
and woud that be freedom from this black and gold furnace,<br />
where the skies are bloody for the shades of the ancient wars,<br />
the restless ghosts of tragic violence,<br />
fear is lost in the wild and rushing fires that burn in silent space,<br />
and pity this fool who was allured by the mystical calls of desire,<br />
and we are to witness his example,<br />
in the trials of dreams where we shall stand alone,<br />
burning isolation and the universe and life lost to memory.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-13262646324153943482010-11-11T06:29:00.000-08:002010-11-11T06:37:59.233-08:00He who holds the heavens and the earth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2dk9JXopj2dWBYLraCgLBcJQQ-Hf6oLXvG2mpeaZEXMXc58nKrKlIcJydufmcHSqc9b4hVkQrXIhTzp_2QQBLLlf6gEKCokww1tvHrbT1rU3yIstoZNkOyUFrRRiO8rHt_gC6MdZzcCv/s1600/atlas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2dk9JXopj2dWBYLraCgLBcJQQ-Hf6oLXvG2mpeaZEXMXc58nKrKlIcJydufmcHSqc9b4hVkQrXIhTzp_2QQBLLlf6gEKCokww1tvHrbT1rU3yIstoZNkOyUFrRRiO8rHt_gC6MdZzcCv/s320/atlas.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><br />
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gentle were the eyes of the god,<br />
who stood amongst the misty stars,<br />
and cowered behind the shadow of the world,<br />
in the melting darkness that swiftly drew,<br />
the vanishing canopy of the single sight he knew.<br />
slight desires of hunger and thirst,<br />
the mighty titan does bellow his worst,<br />
in the thunder falling like the rock of mountains,<br />
and the shivering sky in him do we see,<br />
atlas,the fallen and the ever rising,<br />
caught in the middle of high ambition,<br />
and trespassing on the road to redemption or mercy,<br />
and atlas,the reliever of burdens,<br />
though the burden he carries himself,<br />
like the hidden angel of man's timely errors,<br />
for brothers deceive what the cold eyes should reveal,<br />
and kronos and gaia,were they ever immortal,<br />
and join their brother and banished comrade,<br />
for journeys unfold in the waiting universe,<br />
and time will be theirs forever again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-44256237274544001732010-11-10T06:05:00.000-08:002010-12-17T21:06:38.918-08:00Morpheus The Dream Weaver<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bLDCCUodHclkbbFs2CKRjLtq_riYzFADdP1svYSUwm8E0DgnUh3UE2GhsweW7wtx0Pc2TsKzzIlg2cCliNUGpo4dp5QlX2Kw24IcBArK_dK3ymc4mlvuwvbRigcbprMH9EH2tR_fO7RD/s1600/wicca_god_morpheus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bLDCCUodHclkbbFs2CKRjLtq_riYzFADdP1svYSUwm8E0DgnUh3UE2GhsweW7wtx0Pc2TsKzzIlg2cCliNUGpo4dp5QlX2Kw24IcBArK_dK3ymc4mlvuwvbRigcbprMH9EH2tR_fO7RD/s320/wicca_god_morpheus.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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in pain unbent,the spine shivers and collapses,<br />
the body of man and the flower of the virgin soil,<br />
and where does the mind fall if not the ground,<br />
when the solid skull shatters beyond,<br />
and rains of drifting memories and dreams,<br />
where sleep is but a fortune for the restless stream,<br />
and he waits by the closing eyes,<br />
laughing softly as he walks to the moving sky,<br />
heavens unearthed of past and present ruin,<br />
the grapes sour of tasteless life,<br />
and the dreams were the night of nights,<br />
where sleep was but a memory in the turning pages.<br />
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oh maiden fair and fast asleep,<br />
would you know how deep you sleep,<br />
in the arms of Morpheus and the child of Pasithea,<br />
for the night will never end the day,<br />
and the light of this dream,<br />
is hidden far from the way.<br />
Morpheus,Morpheus,slay not her youth,<br />
in violent past and futures unwritten nor spoken,<br />
but lead her faraway where love may carry,<br />
the heart of her and the spell of her beauty remembered,<br />
like roses in winter,<br />
the icy wind does splinter,<br />
the chords and the strings that bind the memories of love,<br />
and Morpheus,poor Morpheus,such a strange face to nature,<br />
leaving no footprints or shadows,<br />
but a body of nothingness,<br />
where the dream weaver sleeps.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-43835003866298084282010-11-06T15:53:00.000-07:002010-11-06T15:53:18.421-07:00The Black End<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNLWWcejyDQVkWisdp9DxIqfU7LtDCP0A0W_YXGJPumY8gPqqr-6qjEtcVH3XT390h6TT4t9S78LOY5adpnV2AQRxFUTYE0O2OkQYKmMWILexOXjSMoyJ7xOW2eU9P79AxDx1bmLH4eEt/s1600/yama_tibet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNLWWcejyDQVkWisdp9DxIqfU7LtDCP0A0W_YXGJPumY8gPqqr-6qjEtcVH3XT390h6TT4t9S78LOY5adpnV2AQRxFUTYE0O2OkQYKmMWILexOXjSMoyJ7xOW2eU9P79AxDx1bmLH4eEt/s320/yama_tibet.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><br />
<br />
time does not look back upon those still mortal,<br />
for memory serves its cause in absence,<br />
the resting mind asleep in the river of fantasy,<br />
and the voice echoes long in the hollow shell.<br />
<br />
where does time follow when time is forgotten on the way,<br />
the hurling darkness too cunning to deceive,<br />
like the broken wisp too quick to catch in the moment's grasp,<br />
and in the black end,does silence peacefully receive.<br />
<br />
the cold arms of death reaching over,<br />
to caress the childish face of the dead,<br />
as the loving embrace of a familiar stranger,<br />
in the black end,do the watchful dread.<br />
<br />
were nothingness among darkness was all that is,<br />
the black end falls deep and time will remember a name,<br />
death were the faces in dreams unknown,<br />
and yet,the eyes are open and death unto all...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-40528172465081195302010-11-06T13:29:00.000-07:002010-11-06T13:29:53.712-07:00The Mask<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpze7G_TB26N-w7O-qYIygvKMiydZMC5TMcCKCSW2V_HMX7MDVXXxPyppWoeiPvRylPTZNUrlIik53y41EvLrTLs89F1_RnTjjweS5ez0_gOOHEOXO3XKiHBll73KUXw-poeO3P0iqdYx_/s1600/4494373114_cee9a6e62e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpze7G_TB26N-w7O-qYIygvKMiydZMC5TMcCKCSW2V_HMX7MDVXXxPyppWoeiPvRylPTZNUrlIik53y41EvLrTLs89F1_RnTjjweS5ez0_gOOHEOXO3XKiHBll73KUXw-poeO3P0iqdYx_/s320/4494373114_cee9a6e62e.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><br />
<br />
dreaming of dreams I did,<br />
to stand still i stood,<br />
to watch my life from behind my mask,<br />
it was easy and I understood.<br />
<br />
fading from the world you see,<br />
my eyes are closed when you begin to dream,<br />
for all that i need are the lies to keep me happy,<br />
to tie me to the ground and hear the drowning scream.<br />
<br />
walk me blind to the edge of the sea,<br />
the terrible deed upon the heartless tarry,<br />
yet imagined purpose fills the empty voice,<br />
and I am hiding behind the shade of my eyes.<br />
<br />
you found me running away,<br />
away,away,from this world,my grave,<br />
stop hurting me in all the right ways,<br />
I will hide my mask away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-25844347617335664452010-11-06T12:40:00.000-07:002010-11-06T12:40:37.618-07:00When The Sun Goes Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63t7jkupqdzccEAmhucSYMYi5uU8ZnfFYO9Av4lvoXdGxoY2uCH1kDuNoW2l2_n7WOIc8VxaIUjGeWh6Voja5EGq8EkzLQXTF87iBsD-tgWaq3seYs69Tsbxlh1DFciEF2_Tf_XcIeVE4/s1600/2313023887_13091d75e4_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63t7jkupqdzccEAmhucSYMYi5uU8ZnfFYO9Av4lvoXdGxoY2uCH1kDuNoW2l2_n7WOIc8VxaIUjGeWh6Voja5EGq8EkzLQXTF87iBsD-tgWaq3seYs69Tsbxlh1DFciEF2_Tf_XcIeVE4/s320/2313023887_13091d75e4_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
humble were the prophets that saw the day,<br />
silent in virtue and they were not supposed to say,<br />
the wings of night fly faraway,<br />
only when the sun goes away.<br />
<br />
bright was the pillar of day,<br />
softly hiding the mask of grey,<br />
in hues blunt of ivory stained,<br />
falling soon when the sun goes away.<br />
<br />
the shadows roam where the light strays,<br />
and the sky is clear beyond crystal ways,<br />
the twilight dances,touching darkness in the soft sway,<br />
when the sun goes away.<br />
<br />
black warnings speak of no hope,<br />
troubled minds silenced in the command of fear,<br />
the darkest shadows called to play,<br />
as the sun turns and goes away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-80445778981613503382010-11-06T11:35:00.000-07:002010-11-06T11:35:41.592-07:00The Velvet Sky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkB9Q8IMM6YC3R_5DDfzHcYI83wvKNrGA1dXldTwVyzFr0Mx-v37yq8w37Bf3PD1SrRovqNmh5LmO80NwYwKJCXlJ4YXnUfTJhvkWYaWOG9HzUmE84KWkUB3tzr-ipoDcp1QHD5Z4hIuB/s1600/Ghosts-I-IV-nine-inch-nails-848782_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkB9Q8IMM6YC3R_5DDfzHcYI83wvKNrGA1dXldTwVyzFr0Mx-v37yq8w37Bf3PD1SrRovqNmh5LmO80NwYwKJCXlJ4YXnUfTJhvkWYaWOG9HzUmE84KWkUB3tzr-ipoDcp1QHD5Z4hIuB/s320/Ghosts-I-IV-nine-inch-nails-848782_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
moaning and crying,the angels of the sea,<br />
the trying voices of age and death,<br />
here comes the shadow breed,<br />
the darkest mist of natures perfume,<br />
that only sallow tongues could taste in the wind.<br />
<br />
the rivers of the dying young,<br />
in sadness of the grey beyond,<br />
but look to the west to find the sun dead,<br />
for the call of man too shamed to find,<br />
the desire to live and the fear of death.<br />
<br />
wasted tears of the last words sung,<br />
the hero begins his wandering days,<br />
in exile of ambition and left to the abyss,<br />
the dogs of darkness smell and relish,<br />
the fainting heart of the poison's first kiss.<br />
<br />
the last man who wept for the earth,<br />
drowning in the flesh of his maker,<br />
rotting in the heat of the devour,<br />
long lost light I pray you find him soon,<br />
the darkness makes him fear the unknown,<br />
in truth he shall find the road,<br />
the lost path where man first stood.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-79525577534328897392010-10-19T09:18:00.000-07:002010-10-19T09:23:17.263-07:00The dark eyed wandering beauty- to the beautiful gypsy girl i adore :)strange are the reasons my eyes danced to her touch,<br />
as the withering hands that crush my youth in my dying age,<br />
for beauty arrives in her splendid form of obsession,<br />
like the cruel charms of the lovely black rose,<br />
her eyes are where i dream and sing,<br />
the closest comfort of life that i have touched,<br />
and she smiles at me like the immortal sun,<br />
loving rains of whispered seasons that float beside the ever changing will of freedom,<br />
and this dark eyed wandering beauty,<br />
she pranced in her footsteps to the rhythm of her body,<br />
her silken hands that flooded emotion in a swirl of the tide of passion,<br />
for gazing boldly i have fallen in love,<br />
my heart that shys away from her secrets buried deep within her dark eyes,<br />
oh beauty of the east,shall i hold you close,<br />
the untamed spirit of lust and the sheer precipice of mystery,<br />
and i am glad to fall from your brow,<br />
to gently rest upon your lap in the careless fashion,<br />
where i am now,so gently in my dreams,<br />
and like a flower to the sky,<br />
and like a river running ground,<br />
there was love lost in hearts of many,<br />
but here and now,in my dark eyed wandering beauty,<br />
the love of life in her i have found...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-8996968796708386772010-09-30T22:39:00.000-07:002010-09-30T22:39:18.899-07:00The Rain<i><br />
</i><i>in silence does all of live revolve,</i><br />
<i>in silence does the mist blinding thickly fall,</i><br />
<i>in this moment of true worship of nature,</i><br />
<i>the heavens unknown and time too soon to call,</i><br />
<i>for nature has no patience of being impatient and she dances ,</i><br />
<i>as the world desires of her moving palette,</i><br />
<i>for beauty is borne of her,and she who is the light of all that live.</i><br />
<i>the blossoms of winter open to the sky,</i><br />
<i>and the leaves of trees and the grass of earth,</i><br />
<i>the moist tempted taste of the dew of birth,</i><br />
<i>for the skies are plain but not of the flowery clouds,</i><br />
<i>but black as the dim caster of heavenly shadows.</i><br />
<i>the cold wind that rustles and moans,</i><br />
<i>of drawing storms the heart of man so often fears,</i><br />
<i>as the falcon bows before the gale and master.</i><br />
<i>the sun is forgotten in the bliss of darkness,</i><br />
<i>for light is but the brightest witness of the world and life,</i><br />
<i>and the spirit of mankind does awake in the black,</i><br />
<i>and no candle burns in this harsh wind of natural cleansing,</i><br />
<i>the rain falls lightly upon the sand and sea,</i><br />
<i>the trembles of waves echo deep within the oceans bottom,</i><br />
<i>and in the break of sudden quiet,the rain falls slowly like a dream.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-86573125781451687112010-09-22T10:41:00.000-07:002010-09-27T06:29:25.737-07:00The wild and free<div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">-A Tribute to Christopher Johnson McCandeless </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Oh fair and faithful wind,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Aid thy wind for thy freedom of flight,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">As the sound of night that does pierce my heart,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And My falling heart that does tremble at the start,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">For the walls that ground my freedom,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">These walls that hide me from my home.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Oh fair Society and your faithful loyalties,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My mind evades them yet I love them still,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The stray dogs bristle by the scorn of another,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">At the stalking wolf of moonlight days,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Here at the crosswords of my father's strength,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I leap from the mantle made by man, </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">like the falling feather that does dance with gaiety in the fall,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Running wild and free as the wind is awake in me,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">These lonely grounds are mine alone,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mine alone to bathe naked in spirit,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and mine to wander wherever I please,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And now I am free... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-22047848953318084942010-09-22T10:33:00.000-07:002010-09-27T06:28:03.045-07:00The dogs of war<div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The bliss of the morning sun, </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And the late kiss of night, </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">For the hound that carried his heart in the fist,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and he was always lost in the light.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The screaming bullet that haunts his sleep,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His tears to dry yet his mind weeps in the deep,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The curtain of slumber, so soft in its comfort,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">But the morning will never come.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Those dreams of death and disease,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The faces of clouds and his daring memories,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">And the cold hands reach his heart in the mourning rain,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Falling and falling, how quickly comes the pain. </div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Tragedy and on its comic behalf,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">For the world is laughing in his head,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The heavy thunder of madness struck,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The wounded man who slept and wept.</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The steel was firm and the trigger hard,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The waiting bullet that loves him not,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Yet the sweet smell of heaven's illusion,</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Calls this night swiftly for his darkening madness to end peacefully.</div><div><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-24833749656974376522010-09-18T09:26:00.000-07:002010-09-27T06:28:41.443-07:00when the day becomes the nightthe desert crawled empty of life and time,<br />
the endless sands that threw the wind in its wake,<br />
and the world still remained empty of truth;<br />
for the heavens were emptied of their gods and their lies of freedom,<br />
lost in the giant ocean that deepened the world and the skies.<br />
far above behind the sun,<br />
the lord of time and the master of domains,<br />
cloaked in the bright eye of the world,<br />
must he cast his shadow of pity,<br />
upon the crumbling sands that shamed misery,<br />
and in his eyes did the maddened ocean rise,<br />
for the lands did scorch in hunger,<br />
and with sweet passion does nature reply with her soft embrace,<br />
the vivid colors of her charms and spells,<br />
of hues and shades that pleased the roving eye,<br />
and he watches her graceful dance,<br />
her dainty feet,they stroke the melody of her song,<br />
the mother of life and all that prevailed,<br />
but her smile,Oh the terror that streaked her lips,<br />
but yet innocence beheld her warmth and care,<br />
and in her eyes for compassion showed her,<br />
she made the love of he who watches constantly,<br />
in the darkening night of this broken twilight,<br />
the comforts of lovers beneath all romance,<br />
the fearful ecstasy moaned its lush pleasure,spinning the world in that passionate fury,<br />
and the children of life were indeed born in love.<br />
<br />
the silver crescent stood upon the edge of her lips,<br />
the stars burnt in the mist of her alluring fragrance,<br />
for the whole world was joyful for her love,<br />
and her mighty voice did carry her love and hopes,<br />
and she danced and danced,captivated by the sound of her heart,<br />
ever beating,timelessly and open,<br />
she calls to the world for blissful harmony,<br />
for there is still mercy within the serpents noose,<br />
as the prey does battle for the strength of its last breath.<br />
for this wonderful mistress of time,<br />
should her gentle hands caress and carve the lines that draw beauty,<br />
the affection of a mother unto them,borne of simple love,<br />
for every mark upon their skin,and the beauty still remains in every beast:<br />
but for the love of romance,this elusive romance,<br />
for the nature of a mother to nurture the life that is hers to cherish,<br />
for the world was turning and time had yet blissfully been forgotten,<br />
the past of youthful nature should dare look back,<br />
the face of the fading sun,standing alone and upon the sea,<br />
lifting its sadness of flight for the skies and world to see,<br />
and there did she remember the warm heart of her receding lover,<br />
and she praised his name in the dark that bound her to his power,<br />
that sadness is buried deep in her womb,<br />
she cried forever and for none in the pains of that birth,<br />
swallowing her woes for mercy had passed,<br />
and she held her bleeding child to her breast and woe betide the painful agony of painful memories,<br />
but this child and son in silence did endure the misery of his mothers tears...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-86346253004629938772010-09-05T19:34:00.002-07:002010-09-27T06:16:06.809-07:00Nothing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> a strange journal into the unemployment of S.Kandaswamy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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chapter 21: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;">Nothing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;"> </span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IN">To feel nothing as the music is pulled out of my ears and before my eyes to see the melody that struck my senses like the passion that still burns in my heart so deeply when I breathe with every gust of wind that blows into my veins. Into the black passage as a numb voice filled with a certain meaning now rules beneath my tongue and soars like the high string between fingers. Nothing but the cloud is slipping away and I have become the passing shadow fleeing across the sun. With every second I have spent writing, for the words that are spoken softly by mine does the elegance of my speech hinder the hearing of the silent. Swerving out of the darkness to hear the first words the tongue had to utter, spitting the unhinged fathom that deepened of every letter of the sacred lips.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IN">Departing the ground and farewell to the forbidden sky of dreams, riding on the plain sound of the falling footsteps, and out of the blue did the sky turn grey and I am waiting as always to feel the rain upon my face. Illusions, I fear, for the thunder of the storm, grumbles at my witness of its natural fury but to question its temper and the roar of the deluge as the shadows weep still and again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IN">Sweeping drops of the ever welcome rain and my heart that beats at every fall and suddenly the universe has become one with the elusive grains of time. With love do I stand above, with the sadness of a man in eternal sin of the loss of his freedom in my mind and for that must I weep alone. The tears that I speak of in all my days have made me a man of simple understanding of what I see and to cleanse my words upon the trial of questions as each answer is clearer than the next. The pain of the slashing sleet that creeps along my skin at the grace of this crystal rain and my morning was better awakened.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IN">One day to write and find the meaning of nothing as deep an image that leaves the balance of imagination and reality swaying gently to the winds of chance.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="vertical" data-via="poetofthedeep">Tweet</a><script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script></div>Fallen Castlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192301256895903329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200177349085781271.post-27345426450379511132010-09-05T19:34:00.000-07:002010-09-27T06:29:25.738-07:00Gauntlet<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">a strange journal into the unemployment of S.Kandaswamy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><br />
chapter 20: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria;">Gauntlet</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Here, there and everywhere,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Ghosts and mirrors of plenty that stare,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">A castle and kingdom for the bards riddle,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">And a mark upon the glistening midnights middle.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">The stars have fallen as the darkness runs,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Bloody stairways have the old kings become,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">And the tale of death has yet begun,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">And the silence and black has swallowed the sun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Follow the rose stripped off her thorns,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Flowering red and the cold eyes of storms,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">As she drinks of those loved hands,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">And locked in the tower is the shadow of man.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">She is but the actress of his mind,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">As she twirls about before the looming twilight,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Dancing the seduction he knows so well,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">And the story of hearts too soon to tell.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">As hunger was held upon the glade,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">As often can strike the silver blade,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">For lips that burn with the rushing fever,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">As often can see the lost water in the river.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">There are wonders of magic and illusions,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">As soft as the frail girl that turns,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Who looks beyond heavens gates,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Above the rising cloud for her to stay.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">For so sudden a change in the sky,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">For the flood of the world today to cry,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Soil and skin have grudged no fair deluge,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">But she stands sadly parted from his towering refuge.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Now the rose that lay stripped off her thorns,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Her eyes lay hidden and damned by the gods,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">Death that wagered her pain and curse,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="EN-IN">The thorn that pierced her heart to burst.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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