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richard-leyland
Canadian
As we wait upon the shore, Looking out at an endless sea. I stare deeply in your eyes and all I can see is me. Across the oceans we will roam, As we let time pass us by. For you are all the company I will ever need until I die. I embrace the future we have, As we continue on in stride. For you are the one I love, And I am happy to be your guide. My heart glows at the thought of you, And it pounds when you are near. My dearest love, please come with me On a voyage, far and clear. With my hand held in youras And a glimpse of what's beyond. My truest feelings will always last Even after these words are gone.
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Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
Love's Voyage (Or Something Corny Like That)
I am subtle, I am something. Born with a fist that never raises I am broken, I am sullen Dead in the field of sardonic praises. Dearest friend, can you bide this time, While the sweet sanctioned misery lies. Tomorrow begs for another rhyme As I drift away and sever all these ties.
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Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC
Short But Sacred
Aged and abetted by the illusion of something It transcends the sight my weary eyes can see Beyond the pale, I will hope for this foxhole To guard my heart and beg for some kind of mercy I've forgotten the same lesson again Please tell me what I need to beg my sin I am lonely in this painting of dread Release the colors to see the fate within Here I go again, falling in love with you It's true that I never spoke your name before But it's a star-crossed hope I never told And frankly it's not one I ever cared for Blinded by sympathies and tortured symphonies I cannot bring myself to watch it crash down Between the synthetic sounds, I will bound and resound Until I can see you in your purified gown Distance makes fools of the many and sages of few Words will drill into my conscious light To break down at the mercy of this life To said that I was the one to put up a fight No, I am the martyr of your dreams Dressed in sacred cloth and meant to seem To the masses in your thought, a savior come But only to awake from this ironic dream.
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 3:25 AM UTC
Illusion of Something
You can only keep me out for so long For only I can hear your secret siren's song The drought will wash away this life In the buried moon, I will have my wife For the lies can only dream of better truth I cannot help myself from the days of my youth I will tear through the time it took to come From the years I stood silent and dumb Do you know how many tears I cried for this How I've longed to feel the sweet sacred bliss Upon the altar, I will beg the moon to shine For the fields to flow with pomegranate wine I cannot bear the distance and the cost For I can only remember what I've lost To turn this death by the longest path To burn my troubles in sacred ash.
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Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 3:13 AM UTC
Moving
I can feel your heartbeat a mile away The faint memory makes me smile For if only I could must the courage today To face what I've not faced in a while The bravest of men fall at their hands In midst of the magnificent splendor The hopes for which we could understand Will only further my ignorant candor I too cannot sleep in this cold night Alone and waiting for something to arrive Do you hear the voices and their plight For it is my heart that cannot survive When the bells ring their custom sounds To sounds of the nothing to come I will soothe my hearts lonely rounds For this kind of fate is only meant for some
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 2:33 AM UTC
Dedicated To...
If only I could gaze upon your face once more To receive the bounty of the gods' splendor A night of untold wonders, lust and bliss To break the weight that linger before the kiss I could work out the words for an eternity But I hold on to my soul for the sake of brevity Closer to something that means nothing at all And from the skies they will hear my call Down to the heavens and up from hell The liars and thieves will never tell How I broke the chance to become it The towering giant of soul and wit For where do my fantasies lie? In crowded dreams where women cry? For why does the night linger on When all is said and all is done I cannot play into this subtle game For the first rule requires a sense of shame A hold the sweet ribbons of coal To ignite the spark and make me whole A stolen verse or two subsides In memories that will never hide A regret will linger amongst her eyes Until my heart grows to the perfect size.
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Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
A Simple Chance
I love the sweet taste of irony engraved onto these cement walls The troubled kiss of courage, would guarantee that you never fall I'd miss the growing ebony thoughts that flow like rivers and wine To graze the simplest of truths Would be to grace the divine A daring act of hope will last Through the cloud of tears A trial to be forgotten hence For years and years and years Stretch the metaphor to sing aloud Amongst the chorus deep within The love will run rampant now Through the gates of sin A liar was made of me today When I told the world who I was For I see no reason to ever be For I only seek a single cause Please take from me this hand To hold in glory and in fate To remember the past I had To have done everything too late
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Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 2:21 AM UTC
It's Done
Bled for truth in subtle honesty Hope the day's sacrifice will mean Then end of this crazed tidal dream For you know of what I speak The cute candor of nothing more Will be the downfall of what you implore Drift aloft through midnight hopes Another helping of roses to forget Watch the petals fall past your regret Posed in eloquent and harmonious prose I mean for the guise to be it all Where the days will garner the fall Watch the scabs and scars fall away The clarity that escapes the day See the blade fall upon your head For after this, it will be dead In circumstance and in time The wine will flow and the words rhyme Hazy dreams matter not in frame The death of something far more lame The hope that guards the fantasy within The night that counters thoughtful sin To play with the words is to dance And to dream of happenings and change Remember how the days came together With buzzing electric skies and tremors I stood in awe as the sparks began to fade For I hoped the night would be a darker shade Where we took the truth that the day dies In the trunk of a tree where our stories coincide The remembrance of the singular past will shake And the realities of love will make your soul quake To open the truth to the calling of the sirens For I know not what is means to ever cleanse The music and song will change the temper hence In the misdemeanor of what can make no sense The disappearing guise of nostalgia and fate For this suspenseful story can only ever berate A change of heart met with force and blockade For in the end, I can only ever think of what stayed.
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Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
It Goes By
Bled for truth in subtle honesty Hope the day's sacrifice will mean Then end of this crazed tidal dream For you know of what I speak The cute candor of nothing more Will be the downfall of what you implore Drift aloft through midnight hopes Another helping of roses to forget Watch the petals fall past your regret Posed in eloquent and harmonious prose I mean for the guise to be it all Where the days will garner the fall Watch the scabs and scars fall away The clarity that escapes the day See the blade fall upon your head For after this, it will be dead In circumstance and in time The wine will flow and the words rhyme Hazy dreams matter not in frame The death of something far more lame The hope that guards the fantasy within The night that counters thoughtful sin To play with the words is to dance And to dream of happenings and change Remember how the days came together With buzzing electric skies and tremors I stood in awe as the sparks began to fade For I hoped the night would be a darker shade Where we took the truth that the day dies In the trunk of a tree where our stories coincide The remembrance of the singular past will shake And the realities of love will make your soul quake To open the truth to the calling of the sirens For I know not what is means to ever cleanse The music and song will change the temper hence In the misdemeanor of what can make no sense The disappearing guise of nostalgia and fate For this suspenseful story can only ever berate A change of heart met with force and blockade For in the end, I can only ever think of what stayed.
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