this form—
my outer shell
does not really conform—
image of heaven, living hell—
oh, well…
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this form—
my outer shell
does not really conform—
image of heaven, living hell—
oh, well…
oh well
it will be fine
later on you will see
things roll off like a duck's back, I
move on
move on
to pastures new
why is the grass greenest
on the other side? Tell me that
someone
someone
you called out to
speaks the silence spoken
satisfaction is elusive
what then
what then
did the clock stop
yesterday did not pass
though the sands continued to shift
what now
what now
can a man do
when the world is immersed
in vileness and despair, wedged
in war.
In war
May our state be
Most natural. Wherefore?
Birth is by will, so death may we
Decree.
Decree
The tyrant can.
Souls, yet, are to be free.
Same blood flows, as in the tyran,
In man.
(forgot to make the cinquian an a-b-a-b-b in my previous post :blush: )
In man,
There's a fire.
This fire burns for all,
It is dire to live- to shine.
Love,Hate?
Love, hate...
senses emptied
from heart, all but those great
emotions in motion, that bleed...
indeed
indeed
expect to find
after spirit leaves
my old clay prison so far behind--
divine...
And here goes yet another frail attempt at archaic english!! :(
Divine
was thy caress,
beau idéal mine!
love --rebounded-- doth, and no less,
obsess.
symph...i like ;)
obsess
not one in thoughts
caress the heart with care
linger along the vast shoreline
for life
for life
we give our life
we crave, we cry, we strive--
life for life's sake, that serene life
so rife.
hehe thanks littlewing, i'm not totally worthless then *cough* .
hm, a new word to learn: rife- prevailing.
So rife,
So amazing,
So wonderfully uncertain,
This life.