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The Gift
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The Gift |
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IWithinYou Junior Member
since 2001-06-14
Posts 21Within You |
Slowly turning inside out to see be seen the offering overtook without understanding days of a little girl blossoming old new ways always searched he locked within living mausoleum therein to breach terrors heartsblood memories caged spiked iron frame knowing only cataract sight past eyes terrorized to misting panic deranged within concern split the living corpse animated sliced twin fear true hearing pacing fear impedes quiet side not so voice repeating denying rusted gates squeak could ever open a little girls desire carefully chosen smile to bring her bringer retriever protecter gainst dreams slicing blackness harsher words hide peer from corners a heart so tiny wise beyond measuring infinity calling walking tadpoles and W's mausoleum crumbling neath beating Angel wings mount pressure sublime marking worlds could be dreams made real all to share one little girl prepares offerings untold unknown whole lives true gold believeing he wanting she feeling both needing Angel eyes paint tomorrows pictures five minutes to supper come my house and see more than magic she plucks down Heaven places before them joyfully smiling she gives the Gift mausoleum tumbled ruins stand unprotected uncaring each part revealed push away cannot maintain a little girl maintaining hands on hips tapping foot she exaspterated waiting right there she cries you have everything say the words live love the Gift us all a little girl is waiting "And Urizen laid the first stone & all his myriads/Builded the temple in the image of a human heart." William Blake [This message has been edited by IWithinYou (edited 06-15-2001).] |
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FireDancer123 Junior Member
since 2001-06-14
Posts 43Virginia |
I surely enjoy this very much  Your style is deliciously unique, and sweet for certain. ::write forever:: "If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame." - A.Duritz |
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FoxXena Member
since 2001-06-13
Posts 141where dragons play, children run free and foxes are never hunted |
Wow...this is very well written, though a little long. *+*Would you be known by everybody? Then you know nobody.~ |
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