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Bound for lands far in the East Never have our hands touched Our eyes barely knew each other Only a couple of us knew another's name Fewer recognized our voices In its Land of Power As we wandered the grounds Of a city hoping to earn the winter 5 Rings We knew joy We knew laughter We knew beauty Unlike what our home lands held But in our final hours in the city of Beijing A poison seeped into our morning feast Which quickly took its toll A few thousand feet in the Air As we fell into the city of Western Peace Our plans became shattered Few of us barely survived As our own bodies lost control We were at the mercy of our own insides Somehow the two state namesakes were the Worst Taken to the hospital If it were not for the group mothers and guides We would have been among the dead We saw rolled in front of us As our medicine was entering our blood Through needles in our hands In the midst of what we've come to call The Xi'an Incident I saw a glimmer of a rare soul One full of kindness Intelligence And freedom A type of rare Golden Soul I've come to admire That lied within the body of the other state My actions may have been interpreted as The essence of the White Snake On some level, maybe it was But in truth My gift from Shanghai To whisper an appropriate goodbye Was to thank her for pushing me along when times were rough I am thankful for all that were with me on that trip And I do hope to see her, and everyone again. Like I told her in a note I left, Maybe Hoopa will help make sure We meet again
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
The Xi'an Incident
Bound for lands far in the East Never have our hands touched Our eyes barely knew each other Only a couple of us knew another's name Fewer recognized our voices In its Land of Power As we wandered the grounds Of a city hoping to earn the winter 5 Rings We knew joy We knew laughter We knew beauty Unlike what our home lands held But in our final hours in the city of Beijing A poison seeped into our morning feast Which quickly took its toll A few thousand feet in the Air As we fell into the city of Western Peace Our plans became shattered Few of us barely survived As our own bodies lost control We were at the mercy of our own insides Somehow the two state namesakes were the Worst Taken to the hospital If it were not for the group mothers and guides We would have been among the dead We saw rolled in front of us As our medicine was entering our blood Through needles in our hands In the midst of what we've come to call The Xi'an Incident I saw a glimmer of a rare soul One full of kindness Intelligence And freedom A type of rare Golden Soul I've come to admire That lied within the body of the other state My actions may have been interpreted as The essence of the White Snake On some level, maybe it was But in truth My gift from Shanghai To whisper an appropriate goodbye Was to thank her for pushing me along when times were rough I am thankful for all that were with me on that trip And I do hope to see her, and everyone again. Like I told her in a note I left, Maybe Hoopa will help make sure We meet again
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Blurry regrets of stumbling nights And entangled intrigues Lifelong sparks and crisp clean elation A love affair for risk-seeking souls And a haven for the lost that seek something To satiate the raw, raw emptiness Of our hearts. You're chaos, my own version of order filthy but magnificent Reliably unpredictable Escape and anchor intertwined. And Yet, I choose you My sanctuary, my crucible-- &I; love your imperfections; For the mess of what you are Is exactly what I see in me And so I am yours as you are mine And in your embrace I feel whole and alive.
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Shanghai