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 Apr 2013 Anonymous thanks
st64
Hell doesn't show us all the answers about us
It brings to light only some
Just another incognito, today goin' no lower
So, good morning to the fields.

Actually, nobody's to blame
Ex-dome belts out and drones barge in, beasts!
Expect none less
Certain dishes spoil, once reheated..if left standing too long.

We sometimes drape objects about our person
To hide and to protect: get with the programme, they say!
Shy and gentle chapel, no idea: thus, feel like a crim
Only to check a pulse that isn't there!

Not going all the way, just to be cool, to have arrived
Is innocence lost when you do what they do? Never!
Perhaps best to chicken out, if too far gone
Southern rains won't be found.....in the nick of time.



S T, 26 April 2013
Promises made ....and broken.

Is like checking for a pulse...that never was!

Raja of the rains....sweet, deep words absent too long.

No matter, southern rains will come.
Recently it's as though my mind, my body , but most of all the entirety my soul, are confined within a perpetual limbo, they're suffering, neglected and abused.

My thoughts are smashing into each other while fighting against one another, amidst a whirlwind within perfect storm, ripping at my emotions, which by themselves have been confused.

Beneath my skin there lies this undefinable rage, a monolithic knot of sadnness and fury with an insatiable hunger I can not stifle, so it just keeps growing.

With my eyes wide shut I lock away my voice and continue with my facade, in my stillness and silence a smile is worn, in hopes of no one knowing

A small part of me utters, in an almost breathless whisper, for help, boldly but softly I cry " hurry, i have lost myself again, please come and set me free".

But those whispers, they are drowned out and beaten down by the more dominate constraining force within, and it's motive......merely is to hide me.

I am wandering, meandering aimlessly around what once was the most familiar path I've ever traveled... my life

Unrestrained thoughts and memories that I tried to rid my mind of, in a awful frenzy race in... each one cutting like a knife.

There's an emptiness, a massive void is now spreading through out the place I would lock away the sadness, as it now is flowing free.

What a beautiful disaster it will make, when these sullen clips of my trouble mind are played for all the world to view and like a plague take over me.
 Apr 2013 Anonymous thanks
E B
With all its harmonies
And dissonance it plays on,
Never ceasing, never yielding.

One can close his eyes against it
And feel its force, strong and uncompromised.
The sound swells and builds and grows,
Moving mountains, bringing cities to their knees.
It is a scream, echoed in the voices of the people.

With all its harmonies
And dissonance it plays on,
Never ceasing, never yielding.

And then, this incomparable force gives way
To the most frightening sound of all:
Silence.

It all fades away
And all that’s left

Is silence.

— The End —