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Alone in crowd and character
Alinier found his mate
An accident would guide them
to a golden arching gate

and as they passed eloped like lovers
under the passage's golden face
Alinier saw beyond the gate was
a thirsty, hollow place

the gate remaining open
he saw her beauty and confided
he stepped inside the desert land
and his fate had been decided

She turned to face Alinier
with eyes as amber flame
she uttered, "something you must do
before you know my name"

He spoke to her, "Pray, say your wish
so I may hold thy name!"
she swore, "you must cut both your ears
before you make your claim"

So with Shining Blade he lost his ears
and turned with crippled grin
to his smirking mistress, who spoke her name
but he would never hear again

He said to her in pleading
write to me your title miss!
but she wrote, "There's something you can do
and in return a kiss"

Alinier said, "Tell anything!
So I may keep one kiss!"
The woman said to take the blade
to both his drying lips

So with Shining Blade he lost his lips
and turned to face her, bleeding
she leaned and kissed Alinier's mouth
but he could not feel a thing

He cried to her with gurgled tongue
"My lady let's kiss and rest!"
She wrote, "there's still one task before
you see my flirting breast"

Alinier said, "Speak what you want!
So I may see your bossom best!"
She wrote, "you must remove your eyes
and I'll reveal my chest"

So with Shining Blade he lost his eyes
and as his darkness carried woe
the golden gate began to shut
and soon he was alone
Listen, listen, listen
You dig your graves with your ignorance
Listen, listen, listen
You hide the truth from your ears


You fools


Listen. Listen. Listen.


Listen to my Spirit capture your house
Is your attention mine?
You think this is just another poem
Then you are another loss

Listen to me!
You naive travelers!
You wander into land with no food or water!
And you welcome the drought of your soul

I beg you,
Listen
Welcome not drought
But instead welcome righteousness
And mercy, and unconditional love


Hear me


Do not close your mind to what is coming
You face death because of your charade
This is the end if everything.

As you know it.

Be pure and listen to my words
This is your crossroads
This is the end of everything
as you know it

You must


Listen.
The issue isn't that you react with perfection.
It is that you listen and you act
I saw a dim light
there was an artifact in my gaze
      ,however,
and I found that I had to look past a blade to see the light.


just to see the light.


An ancient blade of
A timeless razor with a word written
      ,freedom,
Or so it illuded in the darkness where I stood

I could hear the sirens
My life says they would sound beautiful
      ,however,
I have a heart of intent and a hand of doubt


I am in doubt
And hope is to blame
Hope is the name
Of my flickering fame
For the lost and unsure. The hopeless have been dared to endure
Everyday I live the world gets smaller
the numerous things that I vowed begin to vary
and in this ever shrinking world there remain many tunnels
tunnels that can bless and unviel, dizzy and tire and betray

Everyday I lift my eyes and witness just a little more
I see the depth in a human heart greater
and in stupor,
watch all the minute props that fill these spaces
spaces that can
mend and refresh,
scar and bewilder

I see the small things that matter

Everyday I live my passion grows stronger
The day I learn to take joy for nothing
Will be the day I discover something
That everyday I live my heart grows

I feel my heart grow one way or another
Everyday we live our hearts may grow larger
or harder
the first taunts the latter
so remember to fight for a heart grown larger

Everyday I fall and return from the dust stronger
the dirt is brittle and with time is cleansed
I beckon my heart to make amends
so as not to let it end

I learn to make a mile stretch farther
because everyday I live the world gets smaller
There are those you dislike and never see again
there are those you like and never see again
there are those you dislike and see often
there are those you like and see often
there are those you love and always cherish
and there are those you love and never let fall away
I remain bitter at ME

Myself, and I are at battle

and I grow as tumbled as the sea

towards ME

as I feel my innards rattle

I remain bitter at me

Not because I have acted wrong

But because of self-dissapointment

I grow frustrated over song

And I long

For this internal affair to end


It is a frustrating thing
When a singer can't sing

So simple, but almost impossible
so simple, yet such a bitter thing
Gears and gears alone can bring the motion that is everyday
Time shoos us forward as we fumble and trip into our subordinate routines
We blunder through space like old records
And discover ourselves in a smaller world every dawn

Disassembled by disapproval we submit to work
And our neighbors build their humble steads alongside us
Are days here for us or for others?
A question for the asking before we shuffle to work
Still Air Is Around Me
as I stand on the line
The Pale And Distant Silence Says
the decision is mine
There Is A Twist Holding My Breath
and the beat in my heart
Its Speaks That If I Try Now
it is too late to start

Safety Is Temporal
along with blank time
A Wailing And A Writing
will stay the thoughts of many
The Meanings Seem To Lengthen
into stalks of dried and distant cane
there is no resolve

— The End —