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As a stream of melting ice

Flowing from the tip of my lips

To the pit of my guts,

Fear takes me whole and swallows me

And I keep falling,

Down and down its deeps;

Fear of me, fear of you,

Fear of this, of what it could be,

Fear of what it means, and what it doesn’t,

Fear of what I have, fear of when we won’t…

Yet I choose to embrace

Not only this fear but its beautiful frame too

For just as a stream of melting ice

It is so refreshing and makes me feel alive!

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No rhymes yet; perhaps one of these days…

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High tide is taking over,

The sea has come to shore,

As deep as the darkness

Of her Majesty of Night,

High noon has arisen,

And a bright, burning sun

Melts its golden droplets

Upon the barren lands,

High time is almost past,

And the Silent Lady

And the lord of the house

Will see you now, for

Hell’s bells have been rung –

Watch as they echo through the valley,

High note in the distance;

Hide wherever you can,

Hide wherever you wish,

Help will do you no good.

Although one not righteous,

His is the only way left.

Do tell me, friend,

For curious am I:

Is the toll worth the fare?

Well?

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In the name of Eman.

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There lies an empty vase atop a high counter

Made of glass most fragile though striking to behold

It was home to a colorful sea of undying petals

Eons ago…

Back when the world was wide

And the sun newly shone;

But oceans have since dried, and all clouds have faded

Taking their tears with them unto yet greener lands,

Leaving but a desert of red, dried clay and dust

Neither Hell nor High Water can bring back its rhythm.

So lies the empty vase, field of nones and nevers,

Unmoving…

On the verge of a fall down a slow precipice,

Unable…

Yet brimming a thousand hue each daybreak;

Oh let the hand which breaks be broken in return –

Oh let the ichor run along such pearly husk –

Oh let the deep scars heal over the long years –

For the vase lies pure white upon the tainted glove.

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Something akin or akind.

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darreski fau novaciek

piu estro eti nereo,

o põla, o põla?

vejnhobra aqui stereo –

domen e nikivaciek.

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ciume fai gmesk fiat

antebene vi sol-amwa,

o põla, ¡o põla!

xuen ohnbefau epiatt

vonvar piu se dor-amwa;

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tibrod peleïv moss y

fabridago nue ai querzia.

o põla, o põla…

am nodo fi setzia

tibrod aguajda do vosci.

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A mystery is only as deep as the shroud that surrounds it.

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Ain’t no grave can hold my body down,

Ain’t no moonlight gonna drape me in its gown,

Ain’t no high sea deep enough to make me drown;

I should know for I have long trodden –

Ages past and eons through –

Among those higher cast, among the rotten,

When all is false that becomes true;

Ain’t no body down can hold my grave,

Ain’t no body up can splinter this trave,

Ain’t no stranger’s hand which may engrave;

But mine.

– Oh the wine

Tastes so sweet –

But yours.

– Drink it quick! Before it sours…

T’will be gone in a beat. –

But one.

There ain’t no king can wear my dirty crown,

There ain’t no grave can hold my body down.

But one.

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But one.

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A diamond begins in the rough,

Hidden from all under the earth;

Sole are the eyes of the jeweler

As they set upon which is worth.

Just like a journey is enough

The goal shall not make man ruler

For in the shadow of small things

Grows the willow and its rains;

A melody with golden strings

Written, washed out – its rust stains,

Illuminates and scents the air

And, when the lips, in gentle blows

Provokes and sustains the long stares

– What is now gone may not be seen

Or what is lost in darkness flows –

Watch as becomes what should have been.

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Shine bright like a diamond.

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The saddest sound in the world

Is both one you shall never hear in a million years,

And one you shall,

Every second of every day of your life…

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On the first day of December

I try to remember

The warmth of the ember

Fleeing from my members…

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Ain’t nobody got time for this…!