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I hear the day. |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk 
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Dance with me Judas, and go, --where is the passage that you spoke? Does she stroke a ego fine with fear, healing nothing more than the finer arts of sin. A note that I wrote only in my head—those letters now seem to taunt me’ what words did they once speak for I only have fragments of their lines what broken heart did take the fall? which melody if not all are mine, to wake in the eye of the beholder and know not what they speak-- and spear the lungs with fashioned blade’ a soul against a soul. hush... Sweet child of mine’ I shall only taste the lasting of my vision from blanket is worth its many miles there upon beyond is a world that has fairer opinion my divinity the aspect of my mind-- such is the burden I carry forth each say this flesh of material’ what energy do I hold? Against the stone steps of my life. Like a piano we have worn many different hands, circled the world with many strangers; conversed within the surreal—and all for what? the fall...?for I have fallen here and now into shadows. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Impressive, dear Lee. Thought provoking too. Compassion for ourselves and for those who seem the archetypes of betrayers is a way to find back to inner peace. Margherita |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
the echo of your words resounds deeply to the reader as we are spellbound by your very passionate plea on the woe of this |
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