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I was there before the beginning Before the conception of time and space, when nothing was everything and everything was nothing. In vain I waited for you to materialize from the ether of emptiness But you never came. So there I stood, waiting... I was there at the beginning At the conception of time and space when everthing came from nothing. I saw the sun, or that condescent swirling cloud of dust that was to be the sun. I saw the earth, a miniscule ball of molten, boiling, writhing anger I was there when everything, but you emerged from nothing. So there I stood, waiting... I was there at the edge of an undulating mass of the pimordial ooze, that sea of everything and nothing. I saw pleaseasaur ribbon its long, shiny, black body through the fathomless depths of the sea Searching, as was I, for something. I saw stegasaur, that lumbering hulk of muscle and scale take its first precarious steps onto land looking, as was I, for something. Every creature, but one-the one I wanted, stepped forth from that roiling soup. But you never came. So there I stood, waiting... I was there when neanderthal first discovered fire. I saw that temptress dance across the contours of his rough, wind hewn face. I saw his eyes sparkle as he and I gazed longingly into the yellow, red dancer's lair. Both searching for something or someone. I stared and stared hoping to catch the slightest glimmer of your eyes. But you never came. so there I stood, waiting... I was there when Egypt and Rome first peeped their heads from the cold ground surrounding their feet. I was there as those stone goliaths, pyramids, grew block by block layer by layer stretching, reaching, longing for heaven's basement. Just as I longed for you. I saw Rome's aquaducts, seemingly endless terracota snakes, slicing through the eons blindly feeling for something. Just as I searched for you hoping you were searching for me. But you never came. So there I stood, waiting... I was there when we almost killed the human race, for the second time. I stood at the entrance to Auschwitz scanning the multitude of worn, sullen,destitute face hoping, praying you weren't there. Thank God you weren't there. So there I stood, waiting... I am here. In a cold place made of lifeless, emotionless steal and glass. I watched as heartless obelisks devoured the cozy bricks of ancient neighborhoods. Signaling the undaunted march of father time. His harried pace, defies his antiquated frame, drains my fortitude. but step for step night and day day in and day out I will wait for you. So here I stand, waiting...
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Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 4:20 PM UTC
Here I Stand...
I was there before the beginning Before the conception of time and space, when nothing was everything and everything was nothing. In vain I waited for you to materialize from the ether of emptiness But you never came. So there I stood, waiting... I was there at the beginning At the conception of time and space when everthing came from nothing. I saw the sun, or that condescent swirling cloud of dust that was to be the sun. I saw the earth, a miniscule ball of molten, boiling, writhing anger I was there when everything, but you emerged from nothing. So there I stood, waiting... I was there at the edge of an undulating mass of the pimordial ooze, that sea of everything and nothing. I saw pleaseasaur ribbon its long, shiny, black body through the fathomless depths of the sea Searching, as was I, for something. I saw stegasaur, that lumbering hulk of muscle and scale take its first precarious steps onto land looking, as was I, for something. Every creature, but one-the one I wanted, stepped forth from that roiling soup. But you never came. So there I stood, waiting... I was there when neanderthal first discovered fire. I saw that temptress dance across the contours of his rough, wind hewn face. I saw his eyes sparkle as he and I gazed longingly into the yellow, red dancer's lair. Both searching for something or someone. I stared and stared hoping to catch the slightest glimmer of your eyes. But you never came. so there I stood, waiting... I was there when Egypt and Rome first peeped their heads from the cold ground surrounding their feet. I was there as those stone goliaths, pyramids, grew block by block layer by layer stretching, reaching, longing for heaven's basement. Just as I longed for you. I saw Rome's aquaducts, seemingly endless terracota snakes, slicing through the eons blindly feeling for something. Just as I searched for you hoping you were searching for me. But you never came. So there I stood, waiting... I was there when we almost killed the human race, for the second time. I stood at the entrance to Auschwitz scanning the multitude of worn, sullen,destitute face hoping, praying you weren't there. Thank God you weren't there. So there I stood, waiting... I am here. In a cold place made of lifeless, emotionless steal and glass. I watched as heartless obelisks devoured the cozy bricks of ancient neighborhoods. Signaling the undaunted march of father time. His harried pace, defies his antiquated frame, drains my fortitude. but step for step night and day day in and day out I will wait for you. So here I stand, waiting...
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Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 4:20 PM UTC
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