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I'm at the
of my life -
to lose.
Each leads to oblivion,
one I choose.
Rising the ashes of my plight
I traverse of light,
that permeate my form -
on omnipotent I'm born.
a place where I can find
a balm to ease my mind,
that I may glimpse
yet unseen,
a world not -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to for one small piece
of heaven I can call mine?
For I have waded
through mediocrity,
watched my sink
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an Eden of creation?
of servitude-
and fair,
Who herald fortune
and out despair.
pity upon me and
give my soul,
so I who am 'empty'
may more be 'whole'.
SPIRIT
"Mortal be -
take as we speak,
not will we return
which you seek.
True wisdom hand in
with adversity,
knowledge on the
of uncertainty."
The moment I saw her face
my lust I not hide.
She me as no other -
viewed me a lovers eyes.
A of sensual delight
my senses -
and ignites new
I can't define,
desire for succubus sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, -
she is all these and yet more
I could hope to understand,
she my heart -
I her hand ...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one small
of heaven that I can call
All my I have yearned -
how my has burned,
to taste the
my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was a so pure
she truly outshine any
that the Lord God has made.
Sisters of
and fair,
Who good fortune
and out despair.
Take upon me and
back my soul,
so that I who am
may once be 'whole'.
THE OF THEM ALL:
"Brand look no -
for which was lost can
be found in me if
becomes troth.
I will you with
untold,
for I am 'harvest-home' -
I am soul.
walk with me through
the of eternity,
for you must ere you go -
I go thee.
is the gold that
will in the Summertime,
are the emeralds
you in the Spring.
At Autumn they and
as copper burn,
then like the diamonds
that bleak brings.
the beginning when hour -
frost and collided -
the birth of the
to proclaim,
lives have been guided -
by fate,
unaltered by chamges
you try to make.
The world on turning -
men still and die,
though many have
so few try,
searchfor the
that you have here -
unaware of the in
the web is wyrd."
Drowning in the which carry me
oceans of tranquility,
lulled by the of my mind -
washed up like on the
of time.
I've no desire to
from whence I came I
now I learned,
us all resides
a dream of not grey -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one small
of Heaven that I can mine?
For I have waded
bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise lost here is
an of natures creation?
- * -
All is left of those
are my memories,
days long since past
of antiquity.
Tales round the
old men who reminisce,
speak of youth and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a cold Winters
she has to me -
my sorrows and
my fears,
in the of this old man
a soft still comforts me,
made once more by
the words I hear.
"Come with me through
the of eternity,
for you must ere you go
I go thee ...
I go thee."