Everyman's

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Rains

The sky high above the mountain Rising calm and cool among the woods A fragrant smell spreding all over The voice of a distant soul cries. All on a sudden the clouds gather There is nothing obfuscaing the silence The rains poured in a serpentine coil. Sign in to see full entry.

Moonlight Sonata

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Moonlight Sonata

Eyes wide shut out in strange delight Walls of time frozen into a black chiaroscuro Sounds listening in deeper voice from a yonder horizon All the morrows drowned into cyclopic sorrows of the past Faces smaller than the squarespace orbs Not revolving in many revealations to cease to be there All... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Your Shadows

When I walk alone in the darkness You are never with me by my side You only show me in your shadows And your shadows walk past me. I talk to your beautiful shadows You never talk to to me in your radiance The shadows sing me a beautiful song. Sign in to see full entry.

Someday, Some Truth and Some Lies

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Someday, Some Truth and Some Lies

Someday It is nothing In a sub-zero point Baring its breath Like a grizzly bear In sweltering summer Someday it is all For nothing For a gruelling love Fizzling out In crystalline truth Committing nothing To the surreal surprise The truth Elusive as the firefly Metamorphosing Into a shadow Of a... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Come, Come To Me

Come to me, here in the sky of rain's paradise Come to me, there in the beyond of joy and beauty God never fails when I wish for you In the jungle of serpents and crocodiles. I forget you if you remember me in the ancient ruins I remember you when you come to me in my days and nights And go back... Sign in to see full entry.

Once Upon A Time

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Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time When there was a hollow sun shrouded in mystic veils Black clouds submerging into that hollow sun Rivers of blood flowing lazily into the bones and skulls As though hunger has frozen into a sinister bonfire And mother nature was caressing her little crowing child I was born into her... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Someday It Does Not Rain

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