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24 february 2012

poetry

Flux
Flux

Seren

The siren whirled passed the ear
Contempting in flurry care
Yet never have it to declare
What truly lies beneath such fear.

And rightly so! Do not reveal
Such horror, and drama, and mindless - ordeals.
Herein deny the existence of such monstrous - things.
Dare not tell nor read past stolen wards.

It's crime, they say.
When they look into the eyes
And whispers float in each other's ears
That who shalt know and commit such a sin
Shall face retribution
In its highest decree.

Crime! They say.
Accusations stolen the surprises
When asked to give prove that life has no reprises.
And then here and now
Say, who declared such laws?
Of broken mandates, of social disorders,
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5 february 2012

poetry

Flux
Flux

Where Stars Lie

Then, the sky is drawn.
Like a curtain
That baffles the stars.
 
We hear not the lies
Spurt from the mouth
Of an uncouth death.

But lest, could not have known
That the most unlikely can
Find ways to torment those who know naught.
 
And when we do find the fly caught
Entangled in webs forbidden and unknown,
Leap, and strangle it, in depths of the slain.

Led by emotions that keep us,
As it may been for years,
Who can know when to strangle
 
When know not one who can tangle
With blackness, nor with whiteness,
For those who can have long abandoned their causes.
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4 january 2012

poetry

Flux
Flux

Exitus

Fate. Funny thing, cruel cruel strings
Brings one to private sacntuaries,
Havens for lost souls, bathed in glories
Forgotten by war, whispered in the den of the night.
Then it tosses the one from one side to the other
LIke ragged dolls unused by masters.
 
Oh lovelies... You forgot how cruel she is
And you forgot how generous she can be
- If she should wish to reveal herself.
Her kindness is not your's, nor mine, to keep
But longs to be treasured like no other.
 
You forget her benevolence
- Her light in the glow of day;
- Her shadows in the wink of night.
You also forgot to understand her, nor did you love her.
 
 . . .
 
Dear wanderer, your soul is no longer lost,
Heart no longer burned with hatred.
You are free of the restrains put on you when CHAINS
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