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Oh how I would like to say

That I am now not in love

But there is no other way

Than to soar up high above,

Oh how I would love to feel

Not this bright warmth in my heart

And easily come to part

With this Achilles’s heel,

Oh how would life be simple

If it were not this reason,

My body is my temple

But my mind is my prison,

Oh how tranquil a voyage

Life would be from this bubble

Though should one sail through their age

Without the tumult of trouble?

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As I travel around

Moving fast on the ground

My body, my mind

And my wanting heart

Appear to come apart,

Wherever I am going

A piece of my being

Seems to lag behind

It thirsts for adventure

But there is a rapture

Between its desires

That which it admires

In body I am far

Far beyond heavens blue

And in mind now I soar

Towards where wild winds blew

Yet in heart still the star

Is none other than you.

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Boredom : mind in one place, heart in another.

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Upon the darkest shore

At the end of the world

Where space and time are curled

And play a yearning score,

Walks a lone silhouette

Looking to the yonder,

Beginning to wonder

If all the rules are set,

During ages long past

When beings of high birth

Would roam upon this earth

And long, dark shadows cast,

Their single thought was truth,

Their single word was law,

But now it all feels raw,

Unfinished and uncouth.

However not all’s lost

There is still a small hope,

A straw at which to grope

Until all paths are crossed…

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At night come the terrors

From this strange, eerie calm,

From the broken mirrors

Dancing into my palm,

I am the conductor

Of this mad orchestra

But too the destructor

Of my only mantra;

Upon the lone high hill

Of silence and soft glow

Follows, patient and slow,

Ready to pounce and kill,

A predator of old

Born from a heart of gold

In an ancient forest,

As god it will not rest

Until all is made right,

Only an offering,

– Forgotten ancient rite –

Can quench its endless thirst,

Unless it cuts my string

With its bloody teeth first…

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Last night I had the strangest dream;

I was drifting along the stream

When suddenly a cry echoed

It was not quiet nor quite loud

Somewhere among the highest cloud

And into morning it swallowed

Everything at frightening pace

Leaving of the world not a trace.

When mist finally lifted

And the moon’s pale light shone again

I was at this moment gifted

With a sight lifting my long bane:

The vastest valley of white snow

Upon which rained a purple glow,

In the middle of this aerie

Danced a lone, beautiful fairy,

 I cannot say why this touched me

So deeply and so profoundly

But upon morning I awoke

With a strange lightness in my heart

And not a single word I spoke

As I basked, pensive, in this art…

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Substance over form this one. At least I hope.

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In ages come and lost to life and time alike,

In a time aeons gone between two forevers

Danced a myriad of stars by the sea, on a dike,

They waltzed around in a bright, forgetful fever,

Not a care in the world, not in time nor in space,

They went about slowly, moving at their own pace,

Right then there existed nothing other than them

As they were entranced in this wonderful anthem,

Swift as the wind and as fluid as the river,

Their dreams engraved in stone burning as bright as fire,

Not one was a taker while both were the giver,

The weight of their passion kept them afoot the mire,

For once they were to stop silence would fall anew

And the hearth that brightly lit the path to the shore

With inexhaustible hope and endless sinew

In the deep raven night would burn bright nevermore.

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Little homage to O 3. Haters gonna hate.