The finest of Spirits, that touched My Lips. Was never that intoxicating. Neither did their sweetness Eclipse, the Magic your Kisses kept Creating. No Melody I heard, was played that Fine. To be Music to both My Ears. Nor have Notes had those sadful Words. The Way your Voice, bring out My Tears. The finest Silk that touched My Skin, was never that Tender, Smooth or Light. They never wrapped Me with Finesse. As your Arms do for Me every Night. The World offered Me Diamonds and Gold and Gifts as Pure as the Morning Dew. But none of them caught My Eyes, as My Eyes were set on U.
it seems whenever i read of these monumental astronomical events annular or total eclipses planets in alignment a radiant of meteors as grand in magnitude and meaning as hyperbole will allow that i am never able to truly witness or fully appreciate the wonderment that others have claimed these spectacles always occur on the other side of the planet or at a time of day that makes the divine insignificant mundane and barely noticed despite the significance assigned in theory this clamour for once in a lifetime opportunities will inevitably be missed leaving me with a sense of aimlessness and distraction until i read that experts claim this occurrence repeats approximately every ten or so years
Vivendo o rio da vida com serenidade e calma, Agradecer a Deus alimenta minha alma. Tal como Deus deteve o sol e parou a lua também, Eclipse total no horizonte alaranjado, no além. Josué conquistou a terra prometida sem luar , Moisés parou com seu cajado as águas do mar.
Eclipse em que tudo deixa de brilhar , Parece Deus sem se mostrar. Em todos os momentos da vida somos abençoados, Para vivermos felizes e ser amados. O milagre da vida luz irradia, Seja na noite ou de dia. A noite parece que foi feita para nos compremeter, Com gratidão a Deus me eclipsar e um dia morrer.
at a glimpse i clock the sky a curtain's been draped and we are all shaded all of nature shares one direction narrowing on the horror : a munking and blotted violation the sun has filled with dark ink an embolism out of the order of life voiding over us over the city the world described beyond all voided over
i fall dropped and shucked the people around me go simple dumb and bound with crimple gawps we are mugged by the sight
i feel like a farmed over minefield furrows being turned trotted out anointed fears climb my throat it is a show sung ill sol darker sunk than its surrounding leadened soak yet ringed tightly with an annihilating halo
practical thought becomes clotted and my primal processor is tinkered with evil witterings squirrel about in my thinker my being is topped up with depravity
i must surely **** someone ? but who.. (that kid with drool ? / that business suit with brand name trainers ?) and for what reason ?
i madly stare about look at them ; so human and null potential victims all raking in snapshots of this ecliptic venom adding to the vat collective online Prune The Brutes ! it is The Eighth Day and I know my role Ha ! such livid thoughts scheme
i shall wait out this exposure looked down upon take some pics with the others perpetrate goodly behaviour mimic the tossers pass through the ordeal with communal protection and live another day happy slapped with fresh mad thought
it is hard for the truth to come out of my sealed lips played the victim and I take my role seriously we were just on the same water, passing ships the sun and the moon meeting in an eclipse only for a moment but the moment was potent wishing for more moments like this rips and rips until I finish my zip hours and hours until I finish my shift you are the one thing my mind cannot slip the one man that drives me to drink so I don't think, just a couple of sips now I am covered in my sadness as the sunlight peeks through such a naive little boy, never knowing what to do what to do
do not attempt any magic when the full moon glow during dark magic hour powers are dull we are already dealing with more than we can handle so draw a bath burn Palo Santo Light a candle and rest your precious soul when the full moon glow it will come we will cleanse it will go it will leave our magic low only to regrow and overflow until the next full moon glow
It's been so many nights I've scrolled down my contact list & Highlighted your name. So many nights you've crossed My mind and never left. Wherever you call home Wherever I call home. Places I thought we'd never go Desperate finding our way back. You're name a direct reflection Of the sun, My finger an eclipse. Unknown to the philosophers And professors who study science. It's been so many nights I've scrolled down my contact list & Your name has shone bright Like some shooting star Searching for something it's lost. Knowing our history You'd have to be there to have Seen it. Without first contact, I miss you every time