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I aim to love and I fill with emotion But what to do with this chemical notion Where do I place this feeling delight When what conjures it now is far gone? It shone before me once or twice A greeting in passing to draw and entice A future so vivid I let it become Something tangibly credible Judged by heart’s sum The heart is a terrible mathematician It takes not account of one man’s mission To carve out a life of a living so true Whilst pondering what may have been When I close eyes it is she that I see Within the music of my frequency Between the facets of letter and tune I hear her voice ring true The alchemist extracts a sample Of nostalgia, love and living example What it means to worship her temple To depart on the holiest pilgrimage This journey like all life will bring me full circle On this path I will become something worthwhile So I may look upon this beautiful goddess And feel like a deity again It is then that mine eye places me Let time grab this vessel and toss it to eternity So it may labour and bleed and sweat and tear Write and sing and dance and swear Toss and turn, an inward stare Until we walk with our feet bare Amidst green fields of joy I can only describe As the place belonging to our tribe It is there that all this will subside As the scent I know so sweet Will smile upon me Then I will be complete
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
The Art of Missing
I aim to love and I fill with emotion But what to do with this chemical notion Where do I place this feeling delight When what conjures it now is far gone? It shone before me once or twice A greeting in passing to draw and entice A future so vivid I let it become Something tangibly credible Judged by heart’s sum The heart is a terrible mathematician It takes not account of one man’s mission To carve out a life of a living so true Whilst pondering what may have been When I close eyes it is she that I see Within the music of my frequency Between the facets of letter and tune I hear her voice ring true The alchemist extracts a sample Of nostalgia, love and living example What it means to worship her temple To depart on the holiest pilgrimage This journey like all life will bring me full circle On this path I will become something worthwhile So I may look upon this beautiful goddess And feel like a deity again It is then that mine eye places me Let time grab this vessel and toss it to eternity So it may labour and bleed and sweat and tear Write and sing and dance and swear Toss and turn, an inward stare Until we walk with our feet bare Amidst green fields of joy I can only describe As the place belonging to our tribe It is there that all this will subside As the scent I know so sweet Will smile upon me Then I will be complete
zani
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
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