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Listen to the melody,
as the teardrops float down your cheeks,
the music rids my memory,
of everything haunting me,

When it gets dark,
it sorta feels like the end,
but still I won't give in,

I use these words,
to fight the battle,
so many have lost before,
but I don't believe they can beat me,
not anymore,
for I am so much stronger,
than I was before,
I can stay in the fight longer,
and theres no doubt I'll win.
At night
in that in-between
chamber
where sleep meets wakefulness
I listen to the Ancients whisper:
Sun
and Moon
have always been Lovers

And as the darkness
swallows
my consciousness,
I become your mirror
of lucid reflections
leaping
from the shadows of temple walls
I tumble
inside the copper cauldron
that seeps life
into the black hearth's stone.

Your eyes flicker on the surface
of the waters of birth:
dancing flames
that can never be extinguished.

Laughter pearls on my tongue:
Know you not your vapour
cools to gold?

In frankincense bowls
you rise
and I feel your form
conjuring my body from the folds
of water lily petals

Without you
I could be no more than a lotus eater
gazing at the Milky Way
from far beneath the languid tide
She spreads her words across a symphony
of color at the days end
Hoping her loving expression reaches the moon
and that it transcends

The moon slowly rises from the sea
Looking everywhere for his love is he
Calling across all time and space
Searching for his light and that beautiful face

She lights up the big beautiful sky
He has witnessed this with his very own eyes
All the way from the top of Mt Hood
To the bottom of the Alabama Hardwood

They catch a glimpse of each other from behind a cloud
thinking maybe now we will get our chance
Then disappear out of sight and reminded of their fate
They will be forever chasing each other for that dance

So close but still a million miles away
She is the sun and the moon is he
Hoping for a love that can never be
I can't even count
how many times
the sun has done
its shining thing
without me,

pouring down
its sunny rain
on my big ol'
black parade.

there's this weird dynamic
that tends to occur
when my lesser-than-vibrant
fanfare's in town,

with all its subtly pompous
pomply pomp  
blaming it all on
circumstance.

"Let's all gather 'round
this *****'s back
and lick the jelly
right off!"

(please!)

don't ask what my
'a little too loose'
head off my neck
is doing

peeking
wishfully

out from the darkness

rollin' around the p's in my mind

pathetically
snatching at my
poor, poor
soul -

a pity party
thrown for
one.

it's quite funny
really
how often
i forget
how silly black
looks

when it's sunny.
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