Requiem for the Subtlety Lost-A Requiem For The Subtlety Lost-Requiem for the Subtlety Lost
Engraved in the wind, for the children whom saw me in the wake of my life,
a requiem for the subtlety lost in the years to come; a hope for an expression.
I lace in words my life, in hopes to take you in and hold you here in me, each time i face a trial. I speak my hopes and dreams, of a life so far away, so tender in a grasp which fails at being endless.
In verse i write myself, to lastly speak my say, and voice at least this once the truth behind my substance, when i
OceanOcean . The clashing of thunder and lightning the flashing of broken light all pounding the eyelids of ocean, without breaking her silent delight. . Voicing his call to the ocean, a stranger rang voice thru the storm. But indiffrent to the cause in his venture this ocean wont heed his call. . the ocean, she sleeps thru the tempest, the rage of a silent despair in her waves you can see beauty, and her winds will strike you as fair. . The taste of a salty discression, the gentle pursue of her wits, the undertow current that drowns mOcean
The BoysThe Boys . i saw them wrestling each other with grins across their face the lonely pair of children those boys the night embraced wide grins that formed their quiet mouths, the bliss, behind their chill, the joy beneath their torn up rags the smiles despite their ill . every time the traffic light should loom in ghastly reds, these children lost their little smiles, and bowed their tiny heads. those things the street would never host, they\'d cupped their hands to mourn, then, no lonelier a child could seem, than these two lonely forms.The Boys
Symmetry of Things-symmetry of things- . Meld and mix faces with everything and anything. When witheld dreams of love and things submerged in grace (in submerged things) and love of dreams witheld, when anything and everything with faces mix and meld. . Reasons not answers to questions, we imply sight of reasons simple, that lets us know weSymmetry of Things
die. We know us. Let that simple reason of sight imply... we question to answer. Not Reason. . Beauty of things
is as fleeting as is sorrow. Wh
Gahhhh!
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There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me.
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we doctors know a helpless case if-listen:there's a hell of a good universe next door;lets go
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
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