Poetry is one of my true loves...
The Mirror Series One
The sweetest wine cannot fill me..the most beauitful sight cannot hold me...this reality does fade beneath my feet as I walk alone to the darkest sphere...do not pull at my sleeves or catch my eyes as I know what is calling me...I have run to what I fear most...I have danced with the enchantment of this plane...all I see is the outlines of its cunning the dense rays of its stealy grave. You will have my breath no more..you will not seize my heart...my actions are now my own...the thoughts of loneliness and emptyniess will no longer consume my shroud, or tear at my skin...I will not defend the fear, not defend against the arrows of my enemies..the tears glow with awareness of the past...for the inner eye opens in the stongest winds...look to the mirror of attainment not the devils dressing table of pleasures...
The Mirror Series One
The sweetest wine cannot fill me..the most beauitful sight cannot hold me...this reality does fade beneath my feet as I walk alone to the darkest sphere...do not pull at my sleeves or catch my eyes as I know what is calling me...I have run to what I fear most...I have danced with the enchantment of this plane...all I see is the outlines of its cunning the dense rays of its stealy grave. You will have my breath no more..you will not seize my heart...my actions are now my own...the thoughts of loneliness and emptyniess will no longer consume my shroud, or tear at my skin...I will not defend the fear, not defend against the arrows of my enemies..the tears glow with awareness of the past...for the inner eye opens in the stongest winds...look to the mirror of attainment not the devils dressing table of pleasures...
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who one afternoon
decided thed fly to the sun
so with two great palms
strapped to his arms
he started his take off run
mile after mile
he galloped with style
his feet never left the ground
youre going too slow
said a passing crow
try reaching the speed of sound
he put on a spurt
by god it hurt
the soales of his feet caught fire
there were great clouds of steam
as her rushed through a stream
but he still didnt get any higher!
Did I ever tell you that the seven seas are wet dreams for thieves?!