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Thursday, 24 January 2013

A hope for a kiss.

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                                                      A HOPE FOR A KISS

                                                     With every passing in morning light.
                                                     Angelically showing your beauty to me.
                                                     My chance to say a word but all is night.
                                                     A whisper of courage I can not see.
                                                     My angel,my joy,my sorrow.
                                                     A glance,A word,A kiss tomorrow.
                                                     A kiss that haunts me in my dreams.
                                                     Holds in perfection a little moment.
                                                     With every breath I bleed it seems.
                                                     Moments do I play in my mind.
                                                     Softness of thy lips shall be my only desire.
                                                     The blood burns an eternal fire.
                                                     How do I approach you,how do I find.
                                                     Oh to gaze upon your eyes
                                                     Feel the warmth the softness of thy touch.
                                                     Could fortune by chance throw me into your arms.
                                                     So you could see my charms.
                                                     Unfortunately I do not think so much.
                                                     Wanting the kiss wounded me deep.
                                                     Captive my heart in the kiss of eternal sleep.
                                                     End my longing courage of the heart.
                                                     Bring something to me before we part.
                                                     Just a taste and my life is complete.
                                                     But everything has ended in defeat.
                                                     No more shall I see you for you have been taken away.
                                                    Sorrow is endless you have passed today.                          

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

A human teardrop falls.

                                The curling waves that break against the shore.
                                The life blood of the planet that we care no more.
                                 Flood deep!Flood deep!silent sleep.
                                 Shallow minded with no depth.
                                 Toxic failings penetrating deep.
                                 Poisoning my love while we slept.
                                 Tame its course without a thought.
                                 Could we be the instrument of its rot.
                                 Toxic potions and little devotion.
                                 What is this we do to waters motion.
                                 Wave upon wave crashes the shore.
                                 Salmon,Salmon no more!no more!
                                 Sea of darkness,Sea of light.
                                 Rising from your body is the breath of life.
                                 Tears of natures love for us all.
                                 We bleed out the seas final call.
                                 A human tear drop falls into the sea.
                                 Casting a wave for every one to see.
                                 Giants of the ocean sing the tear drops song.
                                 Waves on the ocean cast the voice far and long.
                                  People weep for they hear the whales call.
                                  Tear drops from the sadness of all.
                                  In between the silence of the sorrow does it grow.
                                  Washing wave upon wave until every one knows.
                                  Carried in the wind is tears of pain.
                                  For humans dominion is bringing the rain.
                                 Savage depths kindle a mighty roar.
                                 The waves crash on ever shore.
                                 The song in the ocean sings of a ever lasting flood.
                                 For in the end it will take all our blood.

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Thursday, 10 January 2013

An echoing cry in the silence.

An echoing cry in the silence.The disease molded into their hearts.The echos cry would flood the world.
Fed by fear which they can not conquer.Speaks of truth of the color in the dream.A dream I did weave
of a reality so true to me.Colors living in harmony inside this place.Peace and joy were between every
space.Stand strong,be brave we hear your cry.Weep not for the dream but for the world in their eyes.
My body drank from the wish.Which kept me in the dream.The tears washed away the colors of pain.
The wish showed me a world where no one had gone.A land where colors showed no fear.The colors
of fear are fading now.Rest now for I will shed no tear.For your existence is a plague on us all.
I can not hear the echo anymore.Its deception always ever lasting but not in the dream.Can the dream
be reality for when I wake.Project the dream into all that are awake.Finally silent the color of fear.

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Sunday, 6 January 2013

Deep is the night of fires blood.

Pass through the valley and into the mist.
I shall meet you over the hill.
See the spectacle of colors in crimson red and yellow bliss.
Shadows are lost in your falling flight.
The day is over and its time for night.
Cold is the darkness which has lost its flame.
Deep is the night of fires blood.
Predators stalk in their domain.
The heart pounds echoing into the silent forest.
Where nothing is left but the chase.
Sleep is no more until the hearts desires are at rest.
The art of stealth silent and true.
Through fields of grass and uncovered clay.
The hunger feeds the fire in their eyes never to stray
Breath cold air feel the rush of the moment.
Consuming the desire until hunter meets prey.
The warmness of bloods bliss cools the fire.
Fear is nothing to instincts desires.
Now quiet the night only whispers of shadows.
For fires blood is at rest and to lay.
waiting for the sun to bring another day.

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Wednesday, 2 January 2013

The melting voice through mazes running.

In winter it comes.
Through forest and tangled roots perplex your way.Funneled light through the trees.Feel the warmth of
sunlight in the open leas.Soft winds blow and rustle the leaves.At first you hear its rushing voice,ever more closer its silencing force.The forest breaks and opens to the river.Where snow and ice melt and water rises.
The melting voice through mazes running carves its way through the land.Everything in its path is washed away.Water is the lifeblood that everything depends.From shallow streams to murky ponds.Creatures
lurk in the depths and beyond.Strong and true is the waters path and never will it be tamed at last.

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