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A tried sigh, a moment of respite, it escapes me, its resounding echo fills my dark deep abyss. Its cold rocky innards, this space, this time, isolation. Space, void, emptiness. Its all a daze, a confusing maze.
Time, drifts.
Keeps those lights turned on up there, I intend crawl back.
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The earth finds himself alone, he is left with his rivers,
The icy cold wind in gusts, the occasional hard rains,
The whirls of dust, a gloom of gray descends on his crust,
Morose and melancholic, he wearily looks up,
He sighs...
He can no longer see her, his angel in a silver dress
But the earth is trying to find his solace in the aquiline clutches of reason. He knows what she sought, he knows why she wanted to get away... he knows that this was always to be... he knows that she knows, he knows.. Yet he is but a bubble, on the brink of a pop, with a wave of her hand, she had him entranced in her charm...
Sigh dear Goddess...
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Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
The underlying pain of this fresh as ever, S&G number, never fails to move me. A hopeless romantic resigns to a world of isolation.
A world devoid of doors that lead to pain.
I'm safe in my sanctuary, in it as long I remain.
I've already surrendered, I've pledged my submission to pain,
That period of my life is over, now let me remain
Would you dare to dream, would you dare to fail in love again,
I am rock, I am an island...
Ramblings at best...
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Musing of the Golden Flowers The flowers beamed with boundless joy,
They had waited long, this was their ploy,
They longed to chosen, they longed to belong,
To belong to someone, more prettier them all Bloomed they believed for such a purpose,
They were glad, such was the consequence, I'm glad for them, I'm glad for me, I'm glad that, that someone, Couldn't have been more perfect than thee
Their life here might be short lived, their golden petals might soon heed to the will of time. The north wind beckons to them. They need to journey to many distant lands, to live their many dreams, they will fade away into my past. But their memory will forever remain amongst my best. The FLOWERS and HER!.
Ramblings at best...
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