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It's not important,
what I'm feeling
mind's full of sirens
but I'm healing
a bell still ringing
but I am leaving
to sail inside blues
as my raft's sinking
I'm looking for truce
for every piece of truth
but light's so far away
cause I murdered
my dreams today
without light
without hope
I'm going
through this road
in the eye of the storm...
light can be considered as God
I'm looking for God
but somehow he's not
looking for me
When will we stop provoking tears
building houses out of fear
burning all the bridges and
highlighting all the edges
of our borders and frontiers?

Our ego's leading us to madness
viral violence,  pain and sadness
Beyond this mental state is light!
So you and I must stop the fight
For one day you and I just might
ascend the path and be alright
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Crouched in viewing the shivering cobweb

craftily spanning a waterfall's edge

I saw fine precision-knifed filaments

cunningly strung with infinite wisdom.

A weightless weapon of swinging steel,

death-celled bed spun on gossamer wheel.

That devilish duvet of glistening gauze

betokened real craft as the spider paused

then in obscurity tensed for success,

alert with magnetic insect suppression.

Hairily silent as tensile wires, cleverly glued

met miniscule life of wriggling food

that by moving caught death in but seconds

while spider gave fly lethal injections.

As water's curtain cascaded to ground

and whirling catch-trap spun victim around

fed spider wiped mouth, cleaned sticky legs,

repaired any holes and prepared for the next.
Brushes which fuse earth and sun
in bold oily strokes.
Lines that move across landscape
like flames of smoke.
Palette fervent with passion colours
light's very moment.
Framed an artistic heart's anguish
stays ever molten.
Signed by Van Gogh fire-gilt paint
never goes cold.
Isn't it strange?
To feel the red string of fate
That ties people together.

The way it tugs at heart chords
Playing a tune so faint,
You can't help but get closer
To try and hear the words
Two souls sing.
Here on the shore-less ocean of life
we parted lovers weep not alone.

The heavens on seeing grief's goodbye
paleth each star in sympathy's dome        
as silent support for human despair.

When grave sounds a knell and kindled
by mortals love appears dead not unaware
is sun or moon of more being willed.

None ordered our future fire be cooled.        

Was it nature estranging thyself from me
or destiny's game whose divisive ruling
arranged thine ending and I, incomplete ?

Nay, hope singing on, calls merciful Fate      
as ready aid in knowing whatever the soul
be, mine and his beat ever the same

and that somewhere,

somehow and at some waiting time

we pair will again reunite as one whole.
I am me,
the product of timeless eternity.
You are you
for whom wisdom created earth's beauty.
We are
citizens of great universality.
Let us
make it a place in which Love is the rule.

There are those
who would of a whim destroy nations
Bring to quick
end proven power of regeneration.
You friend
are he who can change course of history.
I am she who
though weak can add the weight needed.

We individually can make a difference
which is believable.
Together humanity will alter the past if  
they choose lasting peace.
Time  moves so fast that I fear sun up
Will glisten across my wrinkles
And whitened hair
As soon as tomorrow.

Did I ever have enough life to live the way I wanted?

I sure hope I do
Because it seems I'll be turned to dust by
Sundown.
Fears
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