all times to cherish
old master buries his dead
in the library
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all times to cherish
old master buries his dead
in the library
in the library,
just a poor imagination
stops grand adventure!
Stops grand adventure
in its tracks with no thought of
the boredom to come.
the boredom to come,
entering vacant slumber,
to get up, get out,
seek and encumber,
goals which lie on varied streets,
and breath victory
And breathe victory.
Willow branches lightly sway
across rebel guns.
across rebel guns,
emitting beam stretched fury,
rather than passion's love
...(I think I'm getting better at this :D)
definitely you are - good work Adol - how do you like my new nickname for you? I see Pen calles you Dole like the pineapple.:lol:
Rather than passion's love,
Steadfast love lasts through seasons,
Grows stronger with time.
Grows stronger with time
that it shall for me and you
For our love is true
For our love is true,
But deception is not so;
Therefore be honest.
Therefore be honest
until honesty turns stale...
then be a fruit loop
then be a fruit loop—
a feint of insanity—
covers hidden genius…
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covers hidden genius
simplicity worn with an
idiot's visage
covers hidden genius,
and prevents its surfacing
for this time of year.
Idiot's Visage -
was what I labelled my yacht,
sailing to Eden
Sailing to Eden
destroying humanity
the pirates succeeds.
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alright. that was bad anyway, hihi.
Their breaths smellled seaweeds,
They cometh from the water,
Death through'out the air' ,
Death throughout the air,
Silent lands and snow-capped hearts
Nothing more can grow
Nothing more can grow
The tumour is now removed
Happy tears, leaves fall
Happy tears, leaves fall,
Down the trail lies my waterfall—
I call “Rivendell”…
I call "Rivendell"
Came upon Elrond the elf
Who remade the sword
Who remade the sword
The remaker of the words
Plays with fire, recasts
Plays with fire, recasts
Roles, after company hurt
In the inferno
in the inferno
at least was virgil to guide
here virtually none
here virtually none
souls there in for the harvest
elsewhere one should go
elsewhere one should go
hunting for the swamp thing, cause
it is arid here
:D
It is arid here,
extra dry, no oasis
in this thirsty land
in this thirsty land
I have no water at all,
just some parch paper
:D
just some parch paper
stained with crimson sands of time
wasted on such whores
wasted on such whores...
no monies funded could fund
any lost feelings
any lost feelings
searching trails for their presence
lost track of the sent
lost track of the sent,
in a storm of snow flakes I
reach the familiar.
reach the familiar
I'v known this thin line before
seeps from the wound red
Seeps from the wound red,
this blood drawn by heartless knaves;
patient vultures wait.
Patient Vultures wait.
In the battle field so red
Amidst sooden qround.