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Aurora, 11 april 2014

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Oh princess of the white sea
how i wish to return to thee
and watch your scales fall on the mortal beds
of all the virgins yet to be wed

Oh princess how I long to hear
your harmonic song of justice of the year

But years are a trecherous millenium
down on the blooded ground
Oh sweet princess please rise again
for love here is no longer found

We will cherish your chariot
if you fill this land once more
Please grace us with your melody,oh sweet princess
for we await the child that you are to bore.

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Aurora, 11 april 2014

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I realise a thousand dreams
when i hear the voices of your creatures
thinking in there daily woes
working by a clock that is not your own
finding you by the door step
of what they think is the devil
do spare me one last hope
so that this magic i may medel

May be they have found me
and watch me day by day
to pollute me like the fish and oil
and make me wander and stray

But I like being a box,
just like they like being a cube.
Shall i just start starting over
with no finish line in a narrow tube.

No light in the near distant,
existing in the present now,
perhaps I should talk to a fellow human,
tell them to stop worshipping the golden cow.

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Aurora, 11 april 2014

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He breathes,
she hums,
they sing,
in spring,
there dawn is to come.

High hopes,
low tides,
jesus bled,
mary cried,
the human race was the only thing to die.

Hollow heart,
numb mind,
bright lights that are not the sun,
wearing plastic to not go blind.

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Aurora, 11 april 2014

Ins(p)ecting your nature

Hurdling in between love and fate,
my dear love sits in order to contemplate.
Her destiny awaits in chariots of gold,
but is this a destiny already fortold?

For does the white widow,
recognise and know its own shadow?
As it so elegantly creates,
a milkyway web of doom.

Who knew that creation,
would be the cause of such destruction,
and yet the creature does not realise,
that it is under divine instruction!

But alas the fairytale does not end here
nor there
or anywhere in between.

For perhaps there were to be a library
that only a secret key could unlock.
Would a countess such as yourself
be prepared to stop the time, before the time becomes a clock?

What would thee do with the words,
that could not be spoken by profane?!
And yet the ants on the mould hill,
still think those ants with wings insane!

Oh look how they fly,
but why would they want to be in the sky?
When the ants have so much earth down there,
look at the mould they have been building,
nearly all of there ancestors lives,
So then why would they want wings,
when they can have numerous ant wives?

But little did the ants understand
that one day their mould mountain of dirt
would be the main soul reason
for hundred of years of hurt

and when the earth has crumbled
and the ants have no home, once more
the only thing they will have left to beg for
Is for wings that will now seem to allure!

So now the ants with wings
become like angels,
in which plays the harp and sings!

If only the angels were angles,
in which the ants could bend too once more,
then it would be there own reflection,
that they could truly adore!

But now they feel alone,
inadequate to say the least,
the years of building up to save the earth
has left them with an empty feast

and so they pray to the ant angels
in hope of another chance
for there ancestors never believed in them
and now they are left with a danceless dance!

If only they did not have so much attachment
to the ground beneath there little ant feet,
For see how the air has changed now -
Defeat! defeat! defeat!

(Dost thou not strive? Ist thou not alive??)

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Aurora, 10 april 2014

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She glances through a lock of hair,
but do not stare,
at this wandering grace,
For the planets are forever moved,
by such an angelic face.

Neigh not the face,
that fills with tears and blood,
that sways with the winds
and predicts the armageddon floods.

Neigh not the face,
that screams in the dark,
and corresses the mirror with sin,
that prays to the lord:
"oh lord,oh lord, where have you been?"

Neigh not the face,
that loved neither sun nor moon,
and claimed that the sweet hummingbird
was too out of tune!

Neigh, that is not the face that I speakth' you.

My sweetest dear,
my whitest dove,
for the face I see of you,
is of the face from the above.

And 'though your veil,
moves softly throughout my golden lair;
I care, I care, I care,
I care!
for you, my sweet blossom
that hath yet to bloom,
I care for you.

And 'though your veil,
teases my every dream that is yet to be,
I want you to know
that although you are blind,
you can always feel me.

And 'though your veil,
marks the sorrow of your soul,
I am the one to lift it,
sweet isis,
O' sweet isis!

So lift I shall
and show you the world
through the eyes
inside the face ,
of the one I speakth not yet
the one that I have been saving from you,
to keep you within bounds of earthly grace!

So that no mountain may seem
too benelovant to lean on,
in the aid of such a mighty fall,

I do not want you to cry anymore!

As like boulders of olives, do your tears
fall onto my iridescent, omnipresent skin!

And like arrows, do your words shoot
when you call to me:
"oh lord! where have you been?"
"where are you my lord? I can not see!
Please, please, please,
please my lord, come and save me!"

In light I return and darkness I stay no more,
Here I am my queen,
saving you from your fall.

For if you fall, the world shall too
and the rivers will turn to blood,
rather than skies of blue
and the fish will float
and feel life no more
so set sail on lifes wind
and prepare for the child you are to yet bore.

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