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Lord of the DanceI'm a sun pillar
in natarajasana
captivating clouds
B reathing in a cosmic love spel L
L eave all negativity & just let g O
O pen up the pores of your spiri T
O utcast melancholy by an adie U
M elodic mornings of serene blis S
I ntimacy with a totality of lazul I &
N ights filled with a calm veridia N
G reet you to a twilight of kisme T
L ose the handcuffs of daily rus H
I n the knowledge you stand fre E
K iss the earth in dancing hoove S
E xcuse the past, don't look bac K
A ccept yourself
Dancing TigressBeautifully fierce - that's what she was.
Skin so golden, yet eyes so black.
Ribbons of mango hung in her hair,
cascading down the arch of her back.

Some called her a vision of fairness,
with jangles of bangles on her wrists.
Others saw her as an exotic prowler,
stealing the night with the sway of her hips.

But when she felt the world around her,
listening to the soul of a beating drum,
she knew her spirit was quite infused,
a girl and a tigress all in one.
GodHis ethereal legacy to accept all
As we are presume to believe
Further my soul falls
Until my sins are to be reprieved

Rising to the light
Watching the world crumble
Feeling love despite
My black marked legacy to be humble

Damned to Hell for my human ways
As I feel the fire cook my skin
The mistakes I've made in dark days
None can cleanse my sins
Letter to the MoonInk swirls waltz beside angelic swans.
An empty season's breeze beckons it along.

The flatness of parchment,
on which I spilt my tea,
took flight as feathered down
off the coast - into the sea.

A flirtatious lick from burning salt
melts faulty calligraphy from my throat.

The forbearance of darkness,
a blanket-less night,
cuts down on my countenance
off the shore - into the sky.

A song of secrets from starry fae.
Heart's emissaries raise on silver tray.

The winter-grey of silk,
on callous tapestry,
mirrors your love for The Sun,
off your smile - onto me.
The Church VicarThe Church Vicar

The bells they rang in the old church steeple
Not a soul bode inside the cathedral
The Books they lay unread by a people
Save the Vicar in will to beseech all

The world had left his church for lusts of flesh
Only he on Sunday heard the sermon
In his kirk he wrote with the Lord to mesh
In this ministry he longed to warn man

His life of the cloth was unrewarding
To a conviction of worldly villains
Still he reaped wherever His Sword shall be
By the passion of Evangelism

Through the Lord you will not want succession
To His Kingdom by humble profession

"For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as
WeaknessWeakness - Am I Not Stronger?

Another foolish decision;
Another lesson learned.
Another love lost;
Another scar earned.

But I'll be okay...
Right?

Another seclusion from the world,
Another pause in life.
Another need to be alone,
Another slowly healing strife.

But I'm fine...
Right?

Am I not stronger than this pain?
Am I not mature enough to be
Alone, without that special one
I simply don't yet need?...

No. No... I'm not.

My mortal heart cries out in agony:
I need to be loved.

Only Human - Weakness
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The Loud Silence of the JadedThe children unrest, sugar-high, obsessed.
The loners linger, the loners retreat from the rest.
The lovers caress, the world thier nest.
The gothic opressed, emotionally stressed.
A world so loud.... so quiet.
The silent, so trampled, so hidden.
The silent reside under the rocks
you walk beside.
The silent, oblivious and omnicient
both an insect and a god.
The silent, no fraud.... no fraud.
Flawed and poisoned, a ticking bomb.
No brain, no organs, no heart, and no soul.
Just thoughts, wishes unanswered habitualy,
physically plucked by mental inspectores,
inspectingour expectations, failed quota,
failed waste of breath, false
To Cradle the Heart Till SlumberTo begin the day, I'll say it's true
that all days have began and shal always end with you.
Your eyes paint the morning, your hair strokes the night,
a smile to stretch the evening for one last glowing sight.
Still at night i kiss the moon, hoping someday you could be
the angel to lend your heart so tis only you an' me.
You erase the world which once was drawn to show alone and fear
but sketch a life meaningfull enough to love and conjure a tear.
Let us play hide n' seek until you paint the morning anew,
you can hide, but I shal find you in the sky lit blue...
Spin the bottle with the clouds, it always points to west,
the direction
Ants and DeitiesA test lab, a rat race, a game this is all.
Why find pleasure in something so small?
Are we ammusing, histarical, ignorant and weak?
To allow only the dead a special sneak peek...
Why bother, why care, why have this pride?
Why wear a mask if nothing to hide?
What truth shal we ride,
and will reality subside?
I Need The Need to Want to LoveI need the need to need whats needed
but what is needed? No! I want...
I want a love, i want the want to love.
I want what i love to want to be loved,
and i need a love to love.
So shal the love, love me?
And so is the need i want, be love?
If so, i need a love, and if so, the love need me.
For i need a love...
But does a love need me?
Woe is me, and the love i need.
Woe is the love that doesn't need me.
So do i need a love? Well does the love need me?
The Last Remaining StarThere must be silver linings
There must be a shred of hope
Is all in all, all we see?
Just painfull ways to cope
But not of death nor sadness
just tis the human way
to believe they're more than dirt
as the world drips away
To claim that one's alive
means to call your own self dead
while the rivers run vertical
into the sky that burns red
and when rain turns to ash
I will fly my way to you
I will lift you off your feet
to hold you, and feel renewed
Watching your dreams fall
I cannot bare the thought
So why not fall in love
and ignore the world we forgot
because an angel among this Earth
you have been and always will
so as
They Came as WormsThey came as worms.
They came crawling in the mud of the self-sufficient world.
They came blind in their mind and eyes.
They came thoughtless and clone-like.
They came without judgement and without the ability to judge.
They came emotionless without the ability to feel.
They came weak, but with no need to be strong.
They came without conflict with no need to fight.
They came with no worries for the past or the future.
They came without corruption, plague or disease.
They came without ranks for no need to be greater.
They came without predators and without prey.
They came with peace, serenity, and zen.
What i would give to be one

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Oh May This Cloud Never Rip

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What is this? No lonely, no need for mind?
Where am I? A dream, a heart-bound bind?
It's both breathless and breathful, wild and kind.
Stress forgotten, no need for remind.

Truly unreal, for i feel the sting
of this mild pinch and i hear a sing.
Is it the crows abroad with aching wing?
They scream harsh words, with screeching ring.

"A dream! A dream! Ignorant sense.
All fiction and blank, these ladies and gents'.
You dream! You dream! of false resents.
Your so miniscule, weak, for a mind so immense."

A pop, a crash, a crumble, and rip.
A hope now lost, I begin my trip
back down to Earth where my body let slip,
so given to me a teased kiss on the lip.
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