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A brush of the warmest fingertips ignites the burning flame
Existing in the sheets of the forbidden reaches
Quickly captivating all the fragile seeds of the perfect gathering
While providing them with the sweetest flight of release

Inimitable reflections surround the purest form of yielding
Sufficiently opening the most tender bloom
Such a majestic revelation unassuming in its glow
Sweetly fills the untouched air with its perfume

The forbidden reaches eagerly consume the warmest touch
Oblivious to their state of vulnerability
Entrusting all their fragility to the burning flame
Glowing in the sweetest flight of release
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Try* not to let me down,
But climb yourself up,
The ladder reaches the clouds.

Though the clouds,
We believe we cannot attain,
With all our might may we try.

I can tell you this right now,
If you let me hang on your leg,
You'll never reach the 1000th step.

Leave me behind for now,
When you end up on a wide enough step,
Sit and wait for me.

I'll catch up,
Sooner rather than later,
And I'll let you take hold of my foot.
                        *If you get tired..
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Du warst meine kleine Aufklaerung
Obwohl ich noch lange nicht erwacht bleibe
Ohne dich fuehle ich die Waende
Und dreh mich den Kopf im Kreis
Bevor dich war der Horizont leer
Jetzt *******er unfassbar, so wie die Erinnerung an dir
Und alles ist ok so, weil man sehnt immer nach
Unmoegliches
Unmoegliches bist du
Ich werde immer besessen davon
Besessen von dir


[You were my small Enlightenment
Although I long since remain unawakened
Without you I feel the walls
And turn my head in a circle
Before you was the horizon empty
Now it appears intangible, like the memory of you
And everything is ok this way, because one always longs for the impossible
You are the impossible
With which I will always be obsessed
Obsessed with you]
MMX
Old
I am old
Older than time
So it is told
Hidden in the sublime

These ageless eyes
Have seen it all
I have heard endless cries
I have seen man kind fall

I am the last one
The only one left here
All other life is gone
Taken away by fear

The skies burnt with fire
Then the missiles fell
Earth was a funeral pyre
We were left to live in Hell

No food to eat, the water turned dry
We had to face disease instead
To rebuild again we did try
But one by one we fell dead

That was very long ago
And I fed on flesh of friends
The years have passed so slow
I wonder when it ever ends

I am old
Too old to care
Nothing left to hold
Death claim me if it dare
copyright Chris Smith 2010
I clarify my moment of infinite freedom
I open my mind to travel through the skies
This moment the universe is revealed to me
Wandering soul looks through my eyes
I feel confused but keep on searching
I look for wisdom in those who'll teach me
I understand in an disappearing single moment
What is is to open my heart to being free
I love your eyes,
Your eyes,
Your eyes like butterflies,
Like butterflies when we kiss,
We kiss,
We kiss like smouldering coals,
Like your eyes,
Smouldering coals,
Coals hot with passion,
Hot with passion raging,
Passion raging in loves glory,
In loves glory like fire,
Fire burning,
Fire burning in the forest,
Like forest fires,
The forest burns,
The forest burns for you,
Like a never ending story.
She beat on the floor
Her body closing in on
The fact that these couple
Jagged Breathes

Her body throbbed
As the congression watched

The Pope told her
Before we teach ya
How ta live
We gotta teach you how
ta die

So somewhere inside
Even the worst
Part of humanity
Is Alive

The Congression
Watches unchanged

As she sweats and
Persipitates

Her eyes close and
He  as he says

Then they open
Again
Though they have changed

Welcome
To The
Church
Of The
Vampires

In

A
Whole
Other
Way
I had a dream
Where you spoke to me
And it made me happier
Than I've been

But the lightening woke me up
Just another person who is my drug

Tenderocity
Is my new word
Because your love
Is a disease

Staining The pillow
Where I lay my head
To Sleep

Love is a drug
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