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Awakened and running from the tomb, I held what was dear, intellect and groom, The grooming of intelligence and common sense, At one point I thought there was no difference, How could all of humanity be this insane? I try to help, I’m no hero, in vain. - Running wild, I found the path The winds and turns, cornering so fast, I got lost within its woods, Until I stopped, lost, and stood Aside a trunk so broken and old, I caught my breathe before a cold, The breeze picked up and kissed my cheek, I pulled my collar and felt so meek, At some point, I started to endure The path again, walking once more, I thought of everything today had brought, The lesson, the woman, the thoughts they wrought, I thought of old times and hating things then, Not knowing in time I’d hate like a man, Pre-determined, with knowledge and ability, To make the judgment with further virality, In contempt I held all that I’d known, A willing sacrifice upon a stone, I walked with venom until it struck, A visage so wrathful, it had me stuck. - Speechless, I paused and looked, I stood there agape and almost mistook, It for a leviathan, it was that grand, A massive tree that surely there stands, It must have been a thousand years old, Seeing true tales of stories unfold, Its grandeur surpassed all before I’d seen or heard of in stories of yore, Its beauty was a roaring wave, Its white, dead bark and leafless branches depraved. - The dead, white Sycamore stared at me, A bench underneath it beckoning, When I sat, I knew nothing but dark tranquility, I felt my blessed suffering, I’d only ever known what agony, Had life ever had in store for me, But sitting under this guardian, I could have slept soundly and quite solemn, The chill in its bark warmed me inside, I shared something with something in mind, Its arms lingered over me and forewarned all out, That I was not to be touched throughout, My journey here, or ever again Would the dead infest in me herein.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
The Graveyard. Part VI: The Sycamore Tree.
Awakened and running from the tomb, I held what was dear, intellect and groom, The grooming of intelligence and common sense, At one point I thought there was no difference, How could all of humanity be this insane? I try to help, I’m no hero, in vain. - Running wild, I found the path The winds and turns, cornering so fast, I got lost within its woods, Until I stopped, lost, and stood Aside a trunk so broken and old, I caught my breathe before a cold, The breeze picked up and kissed my cheek, I pulled my collar and felt so meek, At some point, I started to endure The path again, walking once more, I thought of everything today had brought, The lesson, the woman, the thoughts they wrought, I thought of old times and hating things then, Not knowing in time I’d hate like a man, Pre-determined, with knowledge and ability, To make the judgment with further virality, In contempt I held all that I’d known, A willing sacrifice upon a stone, I walked with venom until it struck, A visage so wrathful, it had me stuck. - Speechless, I paused and looked, I stood there agape and almost mistook, It for a leviathan, it was that grand, A massive tree that surely there stands, It must have been a thousand years old, Seeing true tales of stories unfold, Its grandeur surpassed all before I’d seen or heard of in stories of yore, Its beauty was a roaring wave, Its white, dead bark and leafless branches depraved. - The dead, white Sycamore stared at me, A bench underneath it beckoning, When I sat, I knew nothing but dark tranquility, I felt my blessed suffering, I’d only ever known what agony, Had life ever had in store for me, But sitting under this guardian, I could have slept soundly and quite solemn, The chill in its bark warmed me inside, I shared something with something in mind, Its arms lingered over me and forewarned all out, That I was not to be touched throughout, My journey here, or ever again Would the dead infest in me herein.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
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