Centrifuge's blog
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Monday, June 26th, 2006
The Answer
This is my vision
Here is where I keep my hiding place
The monster runs amuck
Ego growls like rabid dog
Piano strings
Hammers and dew drops
Yesterdays longing for tomorrows golden light
Contentment is slain and its dead body still bleeding in the gutter
We seek the same
We bleed the same
We are one
What of mornings glory?
What of midnights fertility?
What of your source?
Destiny?
We are one.
There goes her perfect wings
Their feathers fall casting broad shadows
Maybe the ground will catch them
Or maybe they will fall forever
Taking the sword straight from the stone
My fingers bleed like perfect music
Weeping is the siren amongst her prey
Everyone gather for the final resurrection
Place your hopeful sincerity where most vulnerable
This is the birthing place of infinite skies
When shall it all come to its apparently defective anticlimax?
When shall we be free from suffering?
The answer is simple - like death
The answer is:
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| Posted By Centrifuge @ 12:24 AM | [Comment on this blog post] |
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Tzolkin's comment posted June 25th @ 10:16 AM:
Your Poetry is as incredible as your Music!! You see deep into the parodox
and come back smiling....
More please |
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