RememberanceI see you now in shadows, and in leaves that play themselves in drifts across the grass. Your presence so instills my mind and breathes into every shapeless form I pass echoes of the color of your voice. It is not whim, no choice upon my part, nor any passing semblance of choice that holds me so enthralled unto your heart, and every beat sounds out a radiant choir of sacred-temple-drum-stroke sanctity, with such a force that I am lost, and I must mire in eye-gardens and lip-shrines, breathing in Divinity. I ford another stream, another ridge, repeating unabating pilRememberance
SeptemberWhat is it? This hell-bent screaming Fury that gnaws with Cerberus jaws at the soft spot, that burned, fleshy, mind-space that stings?September
Where again is the starlight and
the seabreeze, Or even yesterday’s linty blackness:
It’s so akin to laundry that I used soap.
Unchanel it?
So temping
to run and ride and climb the hedgebraket till the cracklings rip my silk sleeves and everything is dirtsmudged golden singing skyskapes once again.
The acorn patterns and the leaf veins, they mirror eyes of late,
Mother TongueThis wind that creeps with eldritch fingers through barren trees and pooling in the shadows, lingers in the hollows of the earth, whispers half-forgotten hymns from times ere the birth of heaven’s stars.Mother Tongue
It drips incessant from icy skies to collect among the gaps between the stones, and lies chanting out the charms of frost still spoke by those who shift the feet of trees, but lost to all men’s’ tongues.
It lifts the drifting leaves and floats them upwards, hovering fast then drifting to the bottom of the sky, to softly float telling all the stories th
Tunnel VisionIt is futility this peaked resurgence.Tunnel Vision
It is riding the lines backwards through hope, reciting slowly every misplaced and disillusioned myopism of half-drenched blood-diluted souls. It is:
Staring, Waiting,
pillarfeet poised above the last known optimism, like fjords.
You hear them, the voices in the leaves and in the rainfall, in the fog:
the whispered secrets caterwauled to dreamboat fallacies; the fading visions of preordained comeuppance the Language of the Birds-
it is universal in its lack
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Motion City Soundtrack
thanks!
I haven't checked my messages in a few days.. sorry for being so late to say thanks!
I haven't checked my messages in a few days.. sorry for being so late to say thanks!
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"If, after hearing my songs, just one human being is inspired to say something nasty to a friend, or perhaps strike a loved one, it will all have been worth the while."
~Tom Lehrer
Very beautiful
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Have you seen the White Rabbit?
"There is a fear that smells suspiciously like hope."
~~saturnineguise
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"If, after hearing my songs, just one human being is inspired to say something nasty to a friend, or perhaps strike a loved one, it will all have been worth the while."
~Tom Lehrer
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We're not getting any younger, so...you know...carpe diem.
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omnia vulnerant, ultima necat
heres my gallery--->[link]
Any ideas?
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We're not getting any younger, so...you know...carpe diem.
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