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The Greatest poems are those compose
With artist's nature hidden in prose
With Confessions of love, and declarations of hate
Message of peace, and creations of fate
God declares there be a ball
And angels fall from angel's hall
In Your name my dearest love
For all my dreams fit in your glove
I the angel fall from grace
For one sweet glance upon your face
I hate the way I made it here
But gladly so, to hold you near
Turn years to dust, and dust to gold
You are to me
As the earth is to the moon
As the sun is to the stars
As god is to humanity
And as a friend is to a lover
Nothing... would feel right
YOU
A crescent moon breaks on the horizon
Reality shimmers to a halt
Now begins you
The unholy flame that burns me through and,
through
Wistful thoughts course my mind
Of certain things that could never be
I try to see what it is I feel
Though this blistering pain may never heal
I feel a surge of violent emotion
My heart skips
Falters
And begins once more
In blistering pain and self concious hatred
I feel completely helpless
I know you so well, Yet you leave me defenceless
I curse and writhe in a sea of passion
Powerful currents pull, pushing towards desecration
Your blissful beauty, pose and purpose
false and true make me fee
*tap* *tap* *tap*
*sigh*
I quiver
The presence of your soul making me shiver
Your scent so surreal
It makes the air almost ethereal
I pause in my hunt
I see you now
Through human eyes, somehow
My dead eyes make contact
Ever muscle of my being contracts
Such sadness in your eyes prevails
Makes me wonder if good will ever avail
Such emotion within those eyes
With glorious glass curtain for disguise
Those wondrous beautiful painted eyes
I move closer now, for fear for me you do not contain
But such dubious contact i cannot maintain
A moment of indecision, then..., my instincts flair
Calling me back to lustrous lair
Telling me
???????
The Greatest poems are those compose
With artist's nature hidden in prose
With Confessions of love, and declarations of hate
Message of peace, and creations of fate
God declares there be a ball
And angels fall from angel's hall
In Your name my dearest love
For all my dreams fit in your glove
I the angel fall from grace
For one sweet glance upon your face
I hate the way I made it here
But gladly so, to hold you near
Turn years to dust, and dust to gold
You are to me
As the earth is to the moon
As the sun is to the stars
As god is to humanity
And as a friend is to a lover
Nothing... would feel right
YOU
*tap* *tap* *tap*
*sigh*
I quiver
The presence of your soul making me shiver
Your scent so surreal
It makes the air almost ethereal
I pause in my hunt
I see you now
Through human eyes, somehow
My dead eyes make contact
Ever muscle of my being contracts
Such sadness in your eyes prevails
Makes me wonder if good will ever avail
Such emotion within those eyes
With glorious glass curtain for disguise
Those wondrous beautiful painted eyes
I move closer now, for fear for me you do not contain
But such dubious contact i cannot maintain
A moment of indecision, then..., my instincts flair
Calling me back to lustrous lair
Telling me
A crescent moon breaks on the horizon
Reality shimmers to a halt
Now begins you
The unholy flame that burns me through and,
through
Wistful thoughts course my mind
Of certain things that could never be
I try to see what it is I feel
Though this blistering pain may never heal
I feel a surge of violent emotion
My heart skips
Falters
And begins once more
In blistering pain and self concious hatred
I feel completely helpless
I know you so well, Yet you leave me defenceless
I curse and writhe in a sea of passion
Powerful currents pull, pushing towards desecration
Your blissful beauty, pose and purpose
false and true make me fee
???????
The Greatest poems are those compose
With artist's nature hidden in prose
With Confessions of love, and declarations of hate
Message of peace, and creations of fate
God declares there be a ball
And angels fall from angel's hall
In Your name my dearest love
For all my dreams fit in your glove
I the angel fall from grace
For one sweet glance upon your face
I hate the way I made it here
But gladly so, to hold you near
Turn years to dust, and dust to gold
look into my eyes, feel my presence and know that i am nothing, i feel nothing, i want nothing, i hate and love nothing. i exist merely because i do, i have no purpose no pre-recorded sequence.