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Seeing Is BelievingThere’s something stirring out there, As the grass caves in. Through and through –Seeing Is Believing
It’s brighter here; Shining from its silence, skin.
Turn your head around and see: Falling crystal, Easy silver, I see Angels guarding me. I see Angels watching me.
In and out, And In and Out, And in and out, I see it facing;
Quavering on the edge of truth.
Through and through, And Through and Through, And Through and Through, It lives;
Turn your head around and see: Roaring water, Sile
by ~PerilousPenguin
New Day, Old DayRain torn faces scramble on sand; Clutching handles to heart, Hope strangles the blackness As now; Now. Water, rushing air, Running sand.New Day, Old Day
Grime, Silt, Dirt, Blood. Heat, Hand, Head. Breathe, Sigh, Life, New. Friends Down. Dead.
Behind is Death, Ahead is Death; Clutching new lives to old, Speed stops quick against them And stops; Stops. Bullets, explosion, Running sand.
Fight, Run, Hide, Hate. Health, Heart, Head. Breathe, Sigh, Life, News. Friends Down. Dead.
A Generation Lived and Die
by ~PerilousPenguin
Solstice and EquinoxArise, ye sleepers Awake, The snows fall soft And downy flake Drifts slowly down,Solstice and Equinox
Its burning path Through shadow streaks Anew. Warmth. Life. White sparks- Shimmering.
O move, ye movers Arise, The blossom breaks And silently, Rebirth is here; Life, death, life, Death, Et perennial; Always. Chill. Breath. Air. New green- Opening.
O life, Here is your sting. O death, Repent, and know your wrongs.
O live, ye dreamers, Arise, The smooth air t
by ~PerilousPenguin
When I dieWhen I die, Bury me under a field Filled with tiny white flowers, And overgrown trees In an unmarked grave, Where my friends will remember. But as they pass, My memory will fade away Until the last one’s dying day When my peace will be bought At the price of my love, And my yolk will fall down ‘Round the head of a dove That will carry away my iniquities.When I die
Tell me: O, Where has that sunny day gone, When the wind in the trees was whistling away, And the silence with thick, Like the brush blossoms blue, And the heather was crus
by ~PerilousPenguin
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and you'd die just to get what you want
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