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Finis
01:57
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Fogs, sweeping ever consistent in my mind, kill thought.
Nothing seen as always- How?
Myriad mirrors scatter light-
Confusion chaotic reigns- Where?
Then
The same, as over and over again
Most unimportant is the When?
As always is the now.
Mist, fog, nebulance, clouds, veils.
Blackness even is vauge.
Whiteness is everywhere.
Nothing is always.
Reset the calling.
Bare arms of hope.
Realize it's perception that you've choked.
Release the masses.
Or sit back and keep blowing smoke.
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Source
03:46
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Because I'm not afraid to touch the dark,
Because I've too seldom known the sun,
Because one night beneath a stark
And distant August moon I learned to run,
Leap, play, bewitched and unafraid,
I cannot now a bridegroom be, my love;
And never a dear husband, my sweet maid.
Through silent night hawk seeks the tender dove,
It is for meat, you see, and not for love.
The images of youth escape me now.
My love will not be fierce, nor will it bow,
Scrape, sight, emit remorse.
It is a quiet beckoning to you,
Come, join me now; we have not far to go
Returning to our source.
Through silent night hawk seeks the tender dove,
It is for meat, and is not for love.
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Vulturous Bird
02:38
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I live in fear. No longer do I dare
Explore the doubts that mingle in my mind.
Insanity is like some vulturous bird
Which sensing death now follows close behind.
Gloating, howling, waiting its reward
It sails so slowly patient, black, and sure.
With claws full sharp it waits to pull apart
The all-of-me that is, and what is more,
Destroy the me which has not yet been born.
Jaws dripping, dark, ready against the sky
He knows I'm far from home and tired now
And need to rest, dare not again ask, "Why?",
And now must rest, and resting down must lie.
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Ephermeral
04:15
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Ephermeral
as sands of time;
Agnostiactic, bent to rhyme
With other lines by other men;
Cursed by a vague, exorbitant pen.
My life runs out a worthless curse:
A hand-tooled leather empty purse
Which I am cursed to hold unknowing
Within a whirl-wind knowing, knowing
Of its emptiness
Be pitiless.
I could be more were I not less.
I will be more than nothingness
I fill much more than vacuum space.
I am the living human race.
Be mine the very course to mark.
Be mine the severity of lark.
Less ephemeral than sands of time;
More physical than worthless rhyme;
I am what I have hopes to be.
I am, and shall always be.
A bag of bones...
Disposed bag of bones.
But these thoughts live on.
These issues we'll never address, I could be more were I not less.
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Towers
05:29
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What silently I do within my mind,
What quietly may cause my heart to break,
What cancer eats me you may never find
And should not try for my and your good sake.
What vision brings delight within my eyes,
What soft caress brings out in me desire,
What words of mine are nothing else but lies
My secret is, my winter and fire.
I cannot share this; I shall never try.
This is my burden, it is my power;
It drags me down yet drives me towards the sky;
It molds me in every living hour.
"build me a tower," is one of its demands,
And then, to build, it gives me only sands.
"build me a tower," it says to me.
Love let me go.
Oh heart, there is a tear I have not shed;
Oh world, as yet this life I have not lived;
Oh youth, for my beliefs I have not bled.
No sparkling gem of wisdom have I given
To lesson our great load when I am dead;
My sons can't even say that they believed.
Then grave these words for me,
and silent let them be.
Then grave each word for me,
and silent let us be.
Love here while ye can.
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