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therarevogon
Aether Space This doesn't deserve to exist.
One step closer to insanity, One step closer to pain; One step fuelled by gravity, In an effort to live again. Branded by authority In an effort to justify the cause; Reconciling with telemetry To re-dignify what's been put on pause. I am a Living nihility, Anti-reality, Illusory spectrum Of somebody's dream; To contend with that aspect, I've maintained some respect Among the fluidity stream; Barring the pieces That don't fall together, In an effort to silence the lot, Wherever the weather In stormy-wind tethers, Intrinsic of what's been forgot. One step closer to Humanity, One step closer to The Grain; When one finally plants the seeds, They will be able to live again. ---------------------------------------
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
[One Step]
I want to go To an open road -A road that knows no bounds; To find a bar that's been long dead, Where The Wind has its only sounds. So that I may drink of the only wine, That travellers dare not reach; Where the taste is so fine Upon death's decline, That my lips, it cannot breach. Where the cold air tongue Whips through its walls, With only History's cross to bear, I take up the saddle From the rail outside And saddle up To the Old-Bones, there. I might graze for hunger, I might stop for pain; The wretched past Of lives long-last, Whistle through my sinewed veins. As I journey forth unto This great canyon-grave, Where old howlers' Ribs be shorn; By torrential storms Inside their own enclave. As part of dust we settle, And to dust we return; From all of those times in Life (we hope), Were times we would have learned. Ne'er shall it be an easy time, For anyone to traverse; The greater strength upon this night, Is the Love for the Universe. And when that Love has gone and left Down along this dusty road, It's right back to The Skies I'll go... And re-open That Old Fold.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
[ Ghost Town ]
Know that I still have Love in my heart left for you Even though you Continue to deny it's true; Know that I can't Give it all up just yet When theŕe's Nothing I have left to regret; When all of my Heart and mind and soul Can never justify the whole; When my limits have reached their end, I still continue to welcome you as "Friend"; Call it a strength or weakness Whatever you will, On a fulcrum of leverage As Time stands still; I have love in my heart left for you, To do whatever you are willing to, With whatever strengths you hold, To continue to enjoy life as you grow old... I have love in my heart left for you... To journey to wherever the winds take you to; And whatever love stays behind, No doubt we'll remember our good times; For however long it will take More lifetimes to endure this mistake, I hope that one day we can connect again, In another Time to be more than friends... I have love in my heart left for you... In all of the best that Life has you do. ---------------------------------
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
More Barfy Love Crap
You used to believe Me to be beautiful, You used to believe Me to be Green; But when I went Along down The Road with you, You somehow Turned out really mean. I never thought I'd find someone Who I would connect with so close up to par; But somewhere down along those lines, For some reason we grew apart really far. I really wish you could tell me What it was that drove us away; For each week that goes by I wonder, Why my heart breaks that much more, every day. It's unbelievable to mention And completely embarrassing to care, The atoms of my being won't stop vibrating At high frequencies somehow, over there. It's like as though there was a time When we lived a full life at some point together; But then that time came short For some reason, And ended far too quickly, one season. It's like as if it's not me that's lamenting, But a considerable ghost from my past; Somewhere down Human History's line, Where for some reason The memories last. I really don't know how to Find it within me to fix this, Without a considerable shock to my brain; Some modulated electrical pulses, To ensure I am no longer in pain. If someone can please place me into that chair, The Grand Neural-Reformatting Beast, If something can be said about this, I would be most grateful, To say the least. Just so I can be finally done with this mess, And numb enough to no longer care; So I can happily continue To move on with my life, And not continue to bother everyone else, over there. I thought that I was useful, I though that I "belonged"; But when The Family turned on me, I knew that I'd been wronged. Whatever lessons I was to learn from this, I am still trying to figure out on my own; But it's become too hard to see the big picture, When the pieces aren't even being shown. It's easy to say "forget it", When it's already too hard to do; What would make things a tad easier Would be more time spent with you. I don't know how to stop this longboat From crashing right into the locks; And killing all five-thousand crew And sending them straight into the Rocks. Perhaps I shall simply admit myself To a life that exists behind bars; With a proper straight jacket and a foam head piece And a safely installed mouth guard. At least I will be protected there And given some safe refuge; Even though they may scream down the halls.... I'll know I'll be gone from you. -----------------------------------
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
Lamenting...Venting.
You used to believe Me to be beautiful, You used to believe Me to be Green; But when I went Along down The Road with you, You somehow Turned out really mean. I never thought I'd find someone Who I would connect with so close up to par; But somewhere down along those lines, For some reason we grew apart really far. I really wish you could tell me What it was that drove us away; For each week that goes by I wonder, Why my heart breaks that much more, every day. It's unbelievable to mention And completely embarrassing to care, The atoms of my being won't stop vibrating At high frequencies somehow, over there. It's like as though there was a time When we lived a full life at some point together; But then that time came short For some reason, And ended far too quickly, one season. It's like as if it's not me that's lamenting, But a considerable ghost from my past; Somewhere down Human History's line, Where for some reason The memories last. I really don't know how to Find it within me to fix this, Without a considerable shock to my brain; Some modulated electrical pulses, To ensure I am no longer in pain. If someone can please place me into that chair, The Grand Neural-Reformatting Beast, If something can be said about this, I would be most grateful, To say the least. Just so I can be finally done with this mess, And numb enough to no longer care; So I can happily continue To move on with my life, And not continue to bother everyone else, over there. I thought that I was useful, I though that I "belonged"; But when The Family turned on me, I knew that I'd been wronged. Whatever lessons I was to learn from this, I am still trying to figure out on my own; But it's become too hard to see the big picture, When the pieces aren't even being shown. It's easy to say "forget it", When it's already too hard to do; What would make things a tad easier Would be more time spent with you. I don't know how to stop this longboat From crashing right into the locks; And killing all five-thousand crew And sending them straight into the Rocks. Perhaps I shall simply admit myself To a life that exists behind bars; With a proper straight jacket and a foam head piece And a safely installed mouth guard. At least I will be protected there And given some safe refuge; Even though they may scream down the halls.... I'll know I'll be gone from you. -----------------------------------
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