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Post by shewolfe on Jul 6, 2008 18:17:23 GMT -5
Be still, sweet echoes
My eyes have been opened I see in the dark the visions I walk on shelter me from storms a hope cascading red ripplets of wine have opened me like a cavern and taken all hope what can i hope for? tell me that I may know when all is lost all I remember is love how it cradled me soothed and healed me it was a trick cup from which I drank the more I consumed the emptier I was off in the distance I hear the rummbling roar of the lions hungry stomach and pull it into me fast to remember... how the howling felt as it ripped through my soul and carried me to some lofty place where tears were wine to the gods and all hope perished for the cries in the wind float like feathers in the morning sun and crush my heart like a sparrows egg in hand so easy, too easy, it was to love and my heart pounded like the distant beating drums of the wildness that captured me, enraptured me now all that is left is a moment on parchment unread, unsung, unfelt to wield such emptiness the sweet succor of memories that drink from me, as I drink from them and leave me in this limbo a wasteland of echoes that cry in the night a reverberating melody that crashes my soul upon the jagged rock and leaves me trembling for what, without sight? to be lost in the storms of forgetfulness or live in the pangs of memory?
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Post by Shadout Mapes on Jul 9, 2008 22:27:55 GMT -5
~*(G'Supreme_G'HuGS!)*~ >< Tomasina ChicaWolverina!
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