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I'm at the
of my life -
to lose.
Each path to oblivion,
one I choose.
Rising the ashes of my plight
I traverse of light,
permeate my ethereal form -
on omnipotent I'm born.
Unto a place I can find
a balm to my troubled mind,
that I may things
yet unseen,
a not grey -
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 hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an of natures creation?
Sisters of
and fair,
Who good fortune
and out despair.
Take upon me and
give my soul,
so that I who am
may more be 'whole'.
SPIRIT
"Mortal be -
take as we speak,
not will we return
which you seek.
True wisdom hand in
hand adversity,
knowledge on the
of uncertainty."
The moment I saw her face
my I could not hide.
She knew me as no -
me through a lovers eyes.
A vision of sensual
my senses -
and new feeling
that I define,
desire for succubus sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, -
she is all these and yet more
that I hope to understand,
she my heart -
I take her ...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one small
of heaven that I can mine?
All my life I yearned -
how my has burned,
to the fruits
that my forbade.
Yet was a beauty so pure
she truly outshine any
star the Lord God has made.
Sisters of
and fair,
Who herald good
and out despair.
Take upon me and
back my soul,
so that I who am
may once be 'whole'.
THE FAIREST OF ALL:
"Brand no further -
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.
Come with me through
the of eternity,
for you know ere you go -
I go thee.
is the gold that
will in the Summertime,
leaves are the
you in the Spring.
At Autumn turn and
as they burn,
fall like the diamonds
that Winter brings.
>From the when hour -
frost and collided -
the of the world
to proclaim,
lives have been guided -
by fate,
unaltered by that
you try to make.
The world nkeeps on -
men still and die,
though have questions
so few try,
the answers
that you found here -
of the threads in
the web is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves carry me
oceans of tranquility,
lulled by the eddies of my -
up like flotsam on the
of time.
I've no to return
from I came I came
now I learned,
within us all
a dream of days not -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one piece
of Heaven I can call mine?
For years I have
through mediocrity,
watched my hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an Eden of natures
- * -
All that is of those
are my memories,
days long past into
of antiquity.
Tales the fireside
old men who reminisce,
speak of youth and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
a cold Winters night
she has to me -
easing my and
my fears,
in the dreams of old man
a soft voice comforts me,
made once more by
the words I hear.
"Come walk me through
the of eternity,
for you know ere you go
I go thee ...
I go thee."