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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.
by KM
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Hopelessly bound
unfettered
by the chains of love's grip
- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.
Wherefore do I weep
at knowing the joy,
the warmth,
at feeling the peace,
the fire.
Wherefore do I weep
unable to complete ,
to be,
unknown the kiss,
the flames.
Wherefore do I weep
at loving not living
seeing not touching
breathing not sharing
holding not loving?
All,
because I, The Fool,
am no more?
by C