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How will I know thee when the light in your eyes has gone dark, and the world is nothingness floating in the void?
The pull of my heart will tell me, for my beat is your beat, and will be untill time becomes time again, There is no seperations that stop souls that are joined, no distance that seperates.
 achilles_tendencies · Tue Dec 30, 2008 @ 09:18am · 0 Comments |
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Im the darkness I am who I a was ment to be.
No longer trapped in one container,
I become liquid, fluid,
able to become the me that the goddess saw
before my grandparents were born.
Unhindered I rise,
washing over distant scapes of mind,
ebbing and flowing like the tide,
changing and becoming the world.
At dawn I solidify,
flesh calling to spirit,
wrapping me once again in muscle and bone.
But at my core I am waiting,
waiting for the flesh to slumber,
wanting the release again.
For in my heart I am liquid,
I am whole,
and I am free.
achilles_tendencies · Tue Dec 12, 2006 @ 08:42am · 1 Comments |
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Distance to the Sun (poem) |
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The distance between you and me,
is the distance to the sun,
nothing is so hard to reach as a heart gone cold.
Staring into the endless void,
I see the depth of your eyes,
seeing the vacancy of a soul destroyed.
Drunk from a glass not yet full,
made poison by untold lies,
desperation tastes bitter sweet when drunk from the lips of one once loved.
I used to miss you when you were gone,
but now right beside me,
your millions of miles away,
and holding you is like holding nothing,
only ashes and a dream.
achilles_tendencies · Tue Dec 12, 2006 @ 08:41am · 0 Comments |
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The truth can't be seen,
it hides in lies,
and slides between lines,
wrapped in warm coats of downy fiction,
Softening sharp edges, and masking stark realities.
It does not wish to be heard,
lashing out with serrated tongue,
gouging long painful rivers,
leaving exposed wounds,
And raw agony.
They say the truth will set you free,
but even this is a lie,
it leaves only questions,
and makes you a slave to a harsh cruel world,
where innocence is raped and torn away,
Exposing the stark bones of fact.
Slowly poisoning the child inside,
it creates nothing,
and only seeks to destroy the world,
Living in a stagnant mockery of sanity.
Bitter tears taste sweet on the tongue of
one who has forgotten how to cry,
because they thought there was no more grief,
believing it died with that sweet inner
rhapsody known as childhood,
that melody that is heard only once,
that has to be savored before it slips away,
Dancing out of reach like a ghost in the wind.
What is the price for this harsh mistress know as Truth?
Is it the glazed look of a lush who drinks
because he wants no more?
Is it the boy who cries himself to sleep
at night, feeling lost and alone,
Adrift in a world where knowledge came to soon?
They say the ultimate truth lies in death,
That with it all things are revealed,
but would we die if no-one told us we had to?
achilles_tendencies · Fri Dec 01, 2006 @ 08:28am · 0 Comments |
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