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 Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:46 pm
The Dream
Flying over my window so quiet,so slyly,
is a dream never to be reached.
A dream that is forever silent and sorrowful
that no one may awaken by will.
It swims around children, adults, and the old,
and taunts the fragile minds of its victims.
It is a silent dream, a sorrowful tune. A tune
that no one may escape from.
The dream is frightening at first to believe. Then it
starts to dim and finally clouds over.
It may seem over, but never is it gone. Still, it haunts, and forever it shall
stay.
After, you are home, relieved that you've awakened,
safe, together, until you look around
The dream has taken a part of you, a part that
seems broken for eternity. A peice of your heart.
The dream was silent, never to be expected, never
to release apart of reality, apart from the REAL.
The dream was like a never-ending ocean,
never to see the Universe, the light, the future.
It felt like "the end'' and "so long", or "goodbye"
it was so real, it felt so unlikely.
Yet for sure it was real, yet so it was true. That
apart from reality, you have lost YOU.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:52 pm
I'll Lead you To Tomarrow come with me through the tall damp grass,
dont worry i'll lead the way.
Look, up ahead is where we are headed,
don't worry i'll lead the way.
Don't be frightened i'm right here,
don't be panicked, i'll light your day.
Where's your smile? are you okay?
Please don't cry, I'll be here for your tears.
Please don't sob, We'll be there together.
Hurry. Run. Far away!
They're coming this way!
You can hear the marching up the road, you can see the smoke through the misty snow...
Go! Hurry! I can't lead you now, you'll find your way soon.
I promise, now hurry there isn't much time left,
Go before me and tomarrow will be a better day, a new day, a safe day.
Now go and hurry past those trees, you'll find your way, this is the farthest i can go, but remember me in your new tomarrow, things will never change the way i was with you. I will still be there, just somewhere else. In my better place, i will always lead you.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:53 pm
Desire,Thought,Dream As you look up in the sky, do you ever wonder where it leads?
Think of other things from truth and logic, no science can emerge from where the pool of light heavenous blue runs on.
Should you of all people wonder? If wondering were a desire, should all people consider the thoughts of those immortal? Could not should not dream that even the closest of heaven come through. Wondering is an ease, dreaming is a step, thinking is a rule, loving is a fact, but not just wondering nor dreaming nor thought can endure the real truth of what is up, should you look up in the fact that what you may see in truth is no desire, for what consider desire is of no rule entirely but faith and ease that lure the weak and the strong minds towards the fact of true power and desire. Love thy mortal wims and cause, fear thy immortal faith and construct the ladder to what home awaits if thou shalt wear away true thoughts and cause, no order nor no plead can make what soul and heart come forth the blue world. Soul, and yet body unite for one reaon. For the wonder of living is fact that there is such a dream, a desire, a thought, a cause, an answer. An answer of which all should know truths and facts from logic and the untrue. Living yet breathing is nothing compared to what lies above us, above us all in depth and great holy mercy that in this world today you should know. Know why you live.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 4:00 pm
Painted Hawk
Deep brown, the color so cool and fresh. Glides so smoothly across the painted colored sky.
Dark beady eyes, glossy and fierce, yet determined and hopeful follows its path.
Calling out shrilly, a new song, so divine strikes; peirces.
It follows the sounds of a new life being made. It crosses seas,oceans,mountains,forests,homes, and cities endlessly.
Neck outstruck galantly, eyes verted proffessionally, wings directing surely, it flies.
Truely an art, a song cannot match its steady beating heart, wings and soul. His heaving lungs are a song itself, his heart a beating metronome so steadfast and quick almost as a hummingbird's wings.
His courage and striking composure is so definite and infinite as though his own self was painted for god's own will.
His course is my course, his path is my path, we are one. Should one forget this, i hope not. For if necessary, he shall swoop forward and take me across the heavens, to search for freedom and peace. His heart will be my heart. His eyes, mine. His lungs and my lungs will weave together to form an endless life. His fragile and accurate body shall match my own will.
As if he were me, and i him, We will become one and together fly to
our destiny. Our world, Your world.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 4:05 pm
~RAIN~
by Lacus(yeng)
The sky is always blue, the color makes me laugh.
The grass is always green, the color makes me sad.
Where is the drops of sky blue glory?
Where are they hiding in the blanket?
No clouds to make it grey, no rain to make them stay.
We'll all like some rain today, but they seem to go away,
to Georgia, Washington, Tennessee, Iowa even, but not to where
we really need em...
The sky is ALWAYS blue and the grass is ALMOST green...
where are the drops we need to make this world great?
where are the precious things to make the world green?
where are the blue rippels of glory to stay?
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 7:01 pm
WOW!!! Lacus-san, you're such an amazing poet and your blow my breath away every time I read your poems. XD
~Yuna~
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 8:52 pm
thanks ^^ the Painted hawk poem is a new addition, i was inspired by a song i listened to. I also write short stories, i hope i can finish it up and post it soon, its really good.
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