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I I juggle with shades and figures and also skulls Vicious and virtuous Sinister and righteous Vile and saintly And that goes on and on and on Countless shades that conceal the sun and quaintly Also the mournful moon withdrawn Multitudinous figures who speak and screech And conjure from the vessel adrift of humanity Myriad skulls with freedom of speech Or wouldn't they be inhumanity There is insanity in my sanity I like to be in the drift To go with the flow To be unattached of enlist For lost causes and “shows” There is insanity in my sanity! I like to sail more than a smidgen To grasp and see the proper bliss: From fear comes religion From insanity comes questionings, comes this Oh, yes! There is insanity in my sanity! II I keep juggling with my depth and core Hopping from one to another Cautiously not to let any of them drop for The stream of existence or it will be smothered And I’ll lose my sense of course Leading me towards my martyr Wave by wave sinking my vital force Until the border of overwhelming disorder That is imminent but in slow-motion For I’ve yet an entire ocean To sail across before I diagnose if I’m: **The death of my hero Or The hero of my death ?** III Sound waves of a drifting symphony Leads me to where the curious compass points For I'm a sailor simply for another epiphany And to inscribe the momentum with paints Of memories of a posterior I Ready to retry Indeed I sail through an immaterial hour For I'm a sailor until the idyllic harbor That arises in the unending horizon
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Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
A symphony of the lowest bells overcoming walls
I I juggle with shades and figures and also skulls Vicious and virtuous Sinister and righteous Vile and saintly And that goes on and on and on Countless shades that conceal the sun and quaintly Also the mournful moon withdrawn Multitudinous figures who speak and screech And conjure from the vessel adrift of humanity Myriad skulls with freedom of speech Or wouldn't they be inhumanity There is insanity in my sanity I like to be in the drift To go with the flow To be unattached of enlist For lost causes and “shows” There is insanity in my sanity! I like to sail more than a smidgen To grasp and see the proper bliss: From fear comes religion From insanity comes questionings, comes this Oh, yes! There is insanity in my sanity! II I keep juggling with my depth and core Hopping from one to another Cautiously not to let any of them drop for The stream of existence or it will be smothered And I’ll lose my sense of course Leading me towards my martyr Wave by wave sinking my vital force Until the border of overwhelming disorder That is imminent but in slow-motion For I’ve yet an entire ocean To sail across before I diagnose if I’m: **The death of my hero Or The hero of my death ?** III Sound waves of a drifting symphony Leads me to where the curious compass points For I'm a sailor simply for another epiphany And to inscribe the momentum with paints Of memories of a posterior I Ready to retry Indeed I sail through an immaterial hour For I'm a sailor until the idyllic harbor That arises in the unending horizon
leafar-mamede
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Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
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