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Arnas Langaitis Oct 2010
Planted seeds in the soil of void,
Growing at ease to create massive forms,
Space deserts - signs of zero existence,
And wandering moons, that are no more rebellious.

Nor derelict stars, not imploding clusters,
Will imply the rage, that lies in reign before us,
A planet of fear, afraid it will flatten,
The world, as appears, absorbs it's own tremor.

An endless number of stardust I hold in my palm,
So fiery, so peaceful, so restless, so calm.
I carry it cautiously, knowing it's meaning,
But it is not in my power to prevent it from melting.

And so the future has come, alas,
Now I'm one with the distance it seems, at last.
Disappeared, gone, but still yet alive,
For even emptiness shall be gone one time.
Arnas Langaitis Sep 2010
The universe was made for you and I,
And destiny created to make our lives wry.
But we'll alter and change it,
To make unexpect obsolete,
Emotions depleted,
And reign of deceit.

To conjure a harmony,
Out of darkness and void,
And then to diminish,
Cast out, like it never existed before.

While far astray fiery stars,
End their eternity,
And from entire systems,
Remain only shards.
The dried out sun now stares with all light vanished,
For in a dead world all blackouts are vanquished.

A slur against vast, devouring the mass,
Dissecting the rain, like a shattered glass,
The path of a blur - either twisted or devious,
But essence of universe is violent and vigorous.
Arnas Langaitis Sep 2010
Engulfed in passion, striving,
To achieve but impure truth,
Obsessed by something not sensed,
But believing it has been cleansed,
Pitiful and not worth ruth,
You will curl up and admit you're fading.

Ubiquitous, like a deity,
You can feel her wraith so clearly,
All you crave is to clutch,
A merest touch of your tainted hand.
And the enormous lust,
Not to understand beyond yourself.

Of all the external space materials, you'll choose,
The one, that you'd not accept to lose.
None of the others would seem so dear,
And in none of the others necessity shall appear.
Why not to take one, that would not wound, nor bruise,
Take that, which hides behind it's ruse?

Struck with inability to have volition,
Without which, your spirit shall not shine,
And emptiness embrace your mind.
You will lose hope and act malicious,
Within a thought of what was implied.
Arnas Langaitis Sep 2010
A river of ashes poured down from the sky,
A child was born and tears filled his eyes,
Although he didn't cry.
He watched and was in deep contemplations,
But did not knew, that they will again lead to his mother's damnation.

Darkness has not consumed him, for he consumed darkness,
Devouring the fumes, that he once called brothers.
The past dwells astray,
A gift is to know this,
But to push it away,
Shall once lead to madness.

There was nothing he'd confess,
And he felt regret even the less.
Never will falter, never will fear,
Never will falter - never will feel.

He glazes at his wing, then to the other,
But he doesn't remember, why'd he banish his mother.
It was getting dark, and getting colder,
And life became a curse, like no other.

With remains now burned and scattered by the four winds,
The rain shatters and the reaper grins.
But the clouds once again gather,
And ashes pour from the sky,
The world's in embrace,
Of a cast out sky.

— The End —