form has no meaning
median, meridian
only a bell curve
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form has no meaning
median, meridian
only a bell curve
Aesthetic questions
are always more pleasing than
aesthetic answers.
^ Excellent one!
Aesthetic answers
tinged with a Wilde pretension
are mad to impress
Are mad to impress
your name into the loose sand
at the sea's mercy
At the sea's mercy
the majestic ship is tossed
about the waves' crests
about the waves' crests
my hair floats weightlessly while
the rest of me sinks........
The rest of me sinks
into the abyss of love
where true value lives
where true value lives
where valor takes root and grows
there is you standing
There...is you...standing
Founded on a rock grounded
With a perfect stance.
with a perfect stance
all your former faith and hope
lie cold in the ground
Lie cold in the ground
beneath winter's fingertips
in serenity
these few words speak loud
in the midst of silence heard
not once did one see
not once did one see
evidence. Liberty from
fear-based fantasy
fear-based fantasy
fifty feet down a dungeon
you want out...or in?
You want out...or in
But the passage is narrow
the fare expensive
the fare expensive
a true prometheus would
not pay the tyrant
not pay the tyrant
not play to the tyrant's tune
let the high sky fall
Maz, good to have you back!
let the high sky fall
along with its birds and clouds
I'll catch in my palm
before flatlining
the rescuer arrives now
to save precious life
to save precious life
rising water...raging fire...
all irrelevant
all irrelevant
but it matters not to me
because I endure
because I endure
doesn't mean I will not shed
a tear or river
because I endure
stand like the Himalaya
snow cap on my head !
a tear or river
matters not for water babes
they want to be loved
they want to be loved
see how they lift up their arms
is it all worth it
Is it all worth it
to keep on living this way
I can't keep it up
I can't keep it up
can't outrun this wrecking ball
there is no way out
there is no way out
I feel like I'm going to die
is that the answer
is that the answer
Is this the courage you have
were you born to die?
were you born to die
was I born to die with you
shall I wait for you......
shall I wait for you......
shall I do what you wouldn't
do you call this love?
Shall I wait for you
In bed or in the kitchen?
These days, I can't tell.
do you call this love?
or is this sheer obsession
these days, I can't tell
these days, I can't tell
I am no more the same, dear,
I feel you in me!
Damn - beaten to it. Okay, I'll catch up.
do you call this love?
I learned that sour syllable
in another tongue
Edit: Wait, the last one's changing faster than any of us can write them. I'll try to get us back on track by covering the last two.
I feel you in me.
At least, I assume that's you.
These days I can't tell.
you're doing fine, Mark...Let me connect these two, kind of like that new Fill-in Haiku game...
I feel you in me
one love, one vow, but expressed
in another tongue
in another tongue
complexion of love is love
only heart matters.