Love comes from a place afar
where reason has retired
and the past has come to rest
where nothing reigns
and nothingness seeks itself
where the pain and sorrow is crushing
and the loneliness debilitating
where the years have no meaning
in and of themselves
where the souls of dead pets come to rest
and the pure of heart can window-shop
where good honest men are willingly led astray
and evil men can seek their demented inspiration from
where tyranny and jealousy are born
and sinners are drunkards are reborned every single night
where wholes come to be made empty
where humankind keeps its worst secret unguarded
where no one cares about the price of oil or gold
where the only weapons are emotions
where babies are taught how to smile
where currency is forgotten and an exchange rate is forbidden
where there are no walls or ceilings or bathroom tiles
where birds are known to fly in search of
where there is no address but the path back is never forgotten
if only i had known it all along
instead of trying to put back all the pieces..
only to have it broken again quietly
but gladly, somehow.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC
Love comes from a place afar
where reason has retired
and the past has come to rest
where nothing reigns
and nothingness seeks itself
where the pain and sorrow is crushing
and the loneliness debilitating
where the years have no meaning
in and of themselves
where the souls of dead pets come to rest
and the pure of heart can window-shop
where good honest men are willingly led astray
and evil men can seek their demented inspiration from
where tyranny and jealousy are born
and sinners are drunkards are reborned every single night
where wholes come to be made empty
where humankind keeps its worst secret unguarded
where no one cares about the price of oil or gold
where the only weapons are emotions
where babies are taught how to smile
where currency is forgotten and an exchange rate is forbidden
where there are no walls or ceilings or bathroom tiles
where birds are known to fly in search of
where there is no address but the path back is never forgotten
if only i had known it all along
instead of trying to put back all the pieces..
only to have it broken again quietly
but gladly, somehow.
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