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Poet do you recall when during days long done                       Once when very young You placed my scented kerchief beside The small cross I always carried On the wind we heard the clank of marching men And the Tinkling of Bells To my touch your armor was hot Dust rose in great clouds and could be seen for miles Unlike others your horse, fat from spring grass Pranced and chaffed at the bit So eager to leave, like you my Noble One I rose to the promise of a kiss But her lips were assaulted by your sweat and tears You were violent and that kiss broke the strings and voice of my song Now I no longer sing   The Crusades are over the round table is empty   Women only sometimes dream of Gallant men                               Weaving their fantasies through their poems and books Funny thing though, the quest is very much alive and true Recognized, known only to a few And when meeting sometimes during that short passing You can still hear Poet The Tinkling of Bells Enchantress speak to me and I will listen Spin for me those golden words, so long departed, dark ages past When truth was lost and light stopped burning When reality was the sword and true love didn't matter Birds were the only thing left singing and Camelot someones crazy dreaming Stone tears, tolling of bells ringing in my ears Left alone so many years and yet the vision Is not lost nor the tears What Cost? Enchantress my heart was true what did I do? Fingers falling on the frozen ground His hair blood red, the face a frown, yet he's still allowed to see He saw a door the light was shining as he sighed As he moved alive into his dying Deeds long spent flashed before his eyes of a lady in waiting His lady of golden locks and of perfumed kerchief His poet, spinner of words and song Thoughts of two hearts beating yet as one So far away he could not come In a golden haze with divine grace the Goddess allows to see To know at last a vision, no mercy, no innocent victim A ribbon of moonlight covered the trees He knelt by her alter a knight on his knees Pedals of roses crushed all around he remembers,  a promise broken Of how he'd lost hope A knowingness of what his life was and could have been Again I remind you that truth had died, the Goddess she rested deep in slumber Waiting the circle to complete The knight knew then the Mothers name was nursed at her breast And yet with no remorse betrayed her to follow the Quest From his sword blood flowed in self righteous rage And throughout all the land he cried, "the goddess is dead she died !" Then as the vision fades with a jolt of pain so complete He realises his true love, his  lady in waiting has died Back on the frozen ground snow began to fall He remembers how he'd hidden a locket deep in his pocket Inside a trendle of golden hair plus an emrald so green From the Isle of his dreams and the young maiden he'd left there Still alive, alive with his dying to the goddess he screams The locket still clenched tight in his hand Now I know its heresy that men live only one life One god one Christ guilt rides high a burden carried so long Past all around, everyone can share, sin not someone else s duty to take away Its our own responsibility, no innocence in the game we play we write our own script Earth a school house testing ground, We're actors in a play Poet do you recall when during days long done once when very young Love is an open door listen to the whispering s of women like we did before The day the Goddess went to sleep all men died, forgot how to embrace the Mother Avalon lives I'll give you a clue there's nothing to do ,  you hold the key It takes courage to be what you are. We've come so far, so many lifetimes Traveling around passing each other on the wheel Listen oh listen, can you hear the Tinkling of Bells So my sweet Avalon you who have the power to awaken in your dreams Sing a new song you say A tale not told, let the path create itself be bold Now in this new day new age hearts are beginning to open Twin Flames  together Standing in their places of power letting love in so it may flower Following their own footsteps not afraid of the fire As a rule great power comes with dependence on each others fuel Each receives a part of the other, that's the golden rule If you make Avalon your quest I'll give you a clue The magic of imagination is the surest tool Use it wisely remember that for every one who knocks the door will not open Only Twin Flames hold the key Love in it's purest form, the Token www.thetinklingofbells.com
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
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Poet do you recall when during days long done                       Once when very young You placed my scented kerchief beside The small cross I always carried On the wind we heard the clank of marching men And the Tinkling of Bells To my touch your armor was hot Dust rose in great clouds and could be seen for miles Unlike others your horse, fat from spring grass Pranced and chaffed at the bit So eager to leave, like you my Noble One I rose to the promise of a kiss But her lips were assaulted by your sweat and tears You were violent and that kiss broke the strings and voice of my song Now I no longer sing   The Crusades are over the round table is empty   Women only sometimes dream of Gallant men                               Weaving their fantasies through their poems and books Funny thing though, the quest is very much alive and true Recognized, known only to a few And when meeting sometimes during that short passing You can still hear Poet The Tinkling of Bells Enchantress speak to me and I will listen Spin for me those golden words, so long departed, dark ages past When truth was lost and light stopped burning When reality was the sword and true love didn't matter Birds were the only thing left singing and Camelot someones crazy dreaming Stone tears, tolling of bells ringing in my ears Left alone so many years and yet the vision Is not lost nor the tears What Cost? Enchantress my heart was true what did I do? Fingers falling on the frozen ground His hair blood red, the face a frown, yet he's still allowed to see He saw a door the light was shining as he sighed As he moved alive into his dying Deeds long spent flashed before his eyes of a lady in waiting His lady of golden locks and of perfumed kerchief His poet, spinner of words and song Thoughts of two hearts beating yet as one So far away he could not come In a golden haze with divine grace the Goddess allows to see To know at last a vision, no mercy, no innocent victim A ribbon of moonlight covered the trees He knelt by her alter a knight on his knees Pedals of roses crushed all around he remembers,  a promise broken Of how he'd lost hope A knowingness of what his life was and could have been Again I remind you that truth had died, the Goddess she rested deep in slumber Waiting the circle to complete The knight knew then the Mothers name was nursed at her breast And yet with no remorse betrayed her to follow the Quest From his sword blood flowed in self righteous rage And throughout all the land he cried, "the goddess is dead she died !" Then as the vision fades with a jolt of pain so complete He realises his true love, his  lady in waiting has died Back on the frozen ground snow began to fall He remembers how he'd hidden a locket deep in his pocket Inside a trendle of golden hair plus an emrald so green From the Isle of his dreams and the young maiden he'd left there Still alive, alive with his dying to the goddess he screams The locket still clenched tight in his hand Now I know its heresy that men live only one life One god one Christ guilt rides high a burden carried so long Past all around, everyone can share, sin not someone else s duty to take away Its our own responsibility, no innocence in the game we play we write our own script Earth a school house testing ground, We're actors in a play Poet do you recall when during days long done once when very young Love is an open door listen to the whispering s of women like we did before The day the Goddess went to sleep all men died, forgot how to embrace the Mother Avalon lives I'll give you a clue there's nothing to do ,  you hold the key It takes courage to be what you are. We've come so far, so many lifetimes Traveling around passing each other on the wheel Listen oh listen, can you hear the Tinkling of Bells So my sweet Avalon you who have the power to awaken in your dreams Sing a new song you say A tale not told, let the path create itself be bold Now in this new day new age hearts are beginning to open Twin Flames  together Standing in their places of power letting love in so it may flower Following their own footsteps not afraid of the fire As a rule great power comes with dependence on each others fuel Each receives a part of the other, that's the golden rule If you make Avalon your quest I'll give you a clue The magic of imagination is the surest tool Use it wisely remember that for every one who knocks the door will not open Only Twin Flames hold the key Love in it's purest form, the Token www.thetinklingofbells.com
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
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