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wardsheart Feb 12
Am I merely that rose, blooming once,
withering twice, always myself,
but never alone
wardsheart Feb 12
You hear the snow
raining in the sky
and think… that the
thunder is mighty.

But at the top of the star,
in the tree lay the moon
beside the dew,
the droplets falling close,
the horizon filled with blue.

After the coming day
of the night
the stars still shine
beside the sunlight.
wardsheart Feb 10
No worries touch me,
the frozen mist lies blue in the sky

Drops, pink light, seven hearts
adore me adorabel Child,
had me singing like bleeding eyes

I seem to remember that
I had to retrieve my values,
because they seemed real
and yet weren’t even here

I miss them in a way that
is very different from me

Strange is a beautiful emotion
through them as I move
toward a love like you
wardsheart Jan 27
I am seen as the court
of the paladin’s report.

From your highness I’ve gone
to my majesty’s dawn.

I am the star of the land
of the palace by the sand.

I am what I could take
from the paradise by the lake.

From solitude I stand
within courtesy’s command.

I did every direction
in endless reflection.

I am the lord of might,
I am trustworthy and bright,
I am holy, I am light.
wardsheart Jan 13
She said 'goodbye' in two. On the wall of Rome I tremble. Running in the gardens of glory, and falling freedom, falling on her. I wave... always when the music plays. Softly on the souls along the apple tree. I roll on their hands and spin around, around and around their hands on me. Under the wooden apple tree, there is a soul's purpose on the hills. A voice whispers through the shadows, the note of the music turned into a ghost of sound. I hear her footsteps in the echo of the wind, carrying the sweet smell of apples, gone, but not forgotten. The earth trembles beneath the roots of the apple tree, its branches stretch out over me, grasping at what was held in my hands. The stars spin in the sky like memories, flickering in and out of sight, as if I were dancing between the past and the future. You are no longer in my life, you are ... gone from my life. Your shadow still hangs in the corners of my room, the silence loud; a heart that beats to the rhythm of the stars. You are gone, gone from me, my life ... I live in my life; the life of a familiar. And yet the apple tree stands still with a few branches of what I am not, its roots deep in the ground. Although you are lost to me, the sun still rises, its rays touch the stones we walked on, as if it tries to remind me: that all is not lost. Even in the silence, even in the pain, the music plays. It never stops.
wardsheart Jan 9
please, tell me … how I sin. Tell me …
tell me what you know, what you all can tell about me. And please, please let me know when I sin with my life. Let me know …

let me know.

That I am a sinner and a convert of my own light. Speak in tongues, speak in tongues
in a world full of people with their own sight.


Let the Moon and the Sun turn,
let them turn to their own shine …
let them feel that they are a sinner.
wardsheart Jan 5
Go in a phenomenon soon,
when the rainbow stands
close to the Shaman’s sight.

Drink from the water
in the middle of the night.

The eye loses a star soon,
falling on the Blue full moon.
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