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  Apr 22 Yaser
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
Yaser Apr 21
Fear not the dark;
for without it
neither light nor life
bears purpose
Yaser Apr 18
That which you see
with your third eye
Is that not the way
the spirit dies?

Not for an age
now have I seen
the dead that now
watch over me

Which way which way
can one turn?
For the eternal paths
I seek and yearn
lie awake
aways so far
and sit scorched with brimstone,
blood and char

Where new meets old
and the old, arcane
Strange as the sound
of unfell rain

Aeons pass
and aeons weave
even so as
the deepest seas

Death and dread,
a misty gloom
may one day come
to plague us soon

Be born within
but die without
as you watch the tormented
twist about

and to that which you see
with your third eye
be warned and be told
that the spirit lies...
Yaser Mar 13
The longer you pull
the further it unravels
and when you finally break away
you'll find in your midst
an impossible tangle
Yaser Sep 2018
I have no mouth, and I must scream
trapped within this ****** machine
with limbs and flesh all torn and gone
my self I lay these eyes upon

Heartbeats now eternity
each second a thousand years I see
My mind is whole, or so I'd stake
with no humanity left that he could take

I have no mouth, and I must scream
to God, or to this ****** machine?
Inspired by Harlan Ellison's short story - I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
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