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The great Moon rises
a phoenix ascends from ash
a cold heart ignites.



-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 8 Aug. 14
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.... if you had the faith of a man you ....



Perhaps

(     just            Perhaps    )

WE ARE SUPPOSED TO EXPERIENCE SOMETHING

SO THAT WE MIGHT KNOW             SOMETHING

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Perhaps words like

King
Emperor
Doctor
Pope
Lawyer
Savior

Are all distortions of real attitudes and feelings

And are used as they are in order to confuse you ?



Perhaps all the ECONOMICS of our world only force false human interactions and should be abandoned completely

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Is doing Yoga More important than watching a football game on television ?

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... the faith of a man ...
I fell in love with a witch, yes a witch
It must be a spell she cast on me
It must be.. It must be
She makes my heart pound, head swell and my body sweat
She wakes me up happy and full of energy
Whether she smiles or frowns
I still find her ****
She glows in the dark
Not because she's using Olay cream
But because her beauty lights up the room
She dresses terrible
Which makes her terribly perfect
She also has a black cat
She's a wizard with all of that
It must be a spell she cast on me
*It must be.. It must be
the clouds they hung
tightly against my heart
a rainstorm of goodbyes
I lay spread out on 
My local shingle beach
Letting the pebbles 
Sift through my fingers
I consider the myriad
Shapes and forms they take.
The varying rust
Charcoal grey and mustard shades

I set myself a mission
In the multitudes
That the sea brings to my feet
I will find amongst the 
Copious cobbles
The ultimate pebble
Perfect and pleasingly
Quirky or smooth.

I become so absorbed by 
This sifting sorting 
Comforting process 
A simple quest
I forget myself
And my proximity to the waves 
Until i am splashed 
And soaked and 
Have to vow to take up
This valiant quest 
Another day.

Until then I have taken 
Home a few shortlisted
Candidates
And made a promise to stand up when
The winner is found
And make a little trumpet
Fanfare sound
And hold the stone aloft!
Change.
Less like the turtle that peeks out of it's shell
and more like the orchid blossoming for the first time.
With little rhyme or reason,
the unwatched season will pass you by if you let it.
The fortune unfavoured or the sunset unsavoured,
they will pass well over the horizon
if you refuse to give them your attention.

So it is,
so it will always be
and so we see that every opportunity
that is given to us from the hands
of God... or whatever...
is a lesson that we must learn the first time
lest we have to learn again.
Nine times out of ten, what you want
is not just going to strut up and knock on your front door one day...
but on that one time where the stars align
in your favour and you are given the chance to shine,
you have to make. that. count.
If you can focus every bit of talent you have
and crush it down into the size of the head of a pin,
then that's many times better than spreading it out even.
Men live and die under the eye of criticism
and if you can rally yourself to what you want to do
and what you believe in...
Then you can make it through.
I'm not in the habit of making promises,
but I can assure you that there is not many thing in this life
that you can't overcome if you try your very hardest
and someone who will do their best 100% of the time
is worth their weight in stardust.

There was a time when I would've fenced down a giant,
but at the same time was facing a tyrant
when it came to my own emotions.
It was all false notions that it was too hard or too painful,
when instead of blinking the tears away
and etching a smile on my face,
I kept thinking that there was more to a problem with one solution.
You've got to try.
You've got to deny that there is anything
that can stare you down or tear you down,
you've got to plant your feet to the ground
and sound every alarm.
Because you are not giving up.
Not again.
Not this time.
Beyond the line of high tide
the boat rests on tilted side

her rolled in sails hear dreamily
songs of winds from the high sea!
Lying through my teeth
slick silver tongued
weaving the words
into intricate lies
I am cardboard insides
Paper thin skin
feel the dust in my palms
anything to be who I am not
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