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By believe Date: 2002 Oct 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.27.07.54.4227]] |
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step down to the dust billows it fine in colors of rust throb of a beat as each silent step... meets on this path we stalk throughout remembered time as though our feet themselves follow remembered ways and each beat signals a moment that hovers forever within this dust that rises in bellows so fine pity do i have for myself? why? from what past have i sprang myself taken into context my being was i meant for this place and time or did i force my ways create myself here and now before my time my place or even lay myself hidden till my time be far over and i left to wander out of sync yet i find strangely a music left to follow sobbing out its beats when i open myself to the foreverlast this stream consciousness rings this truth all do seep from a melody i seem to have known will know and follow now as it plays so sweet can i love i wonder for i have been loved so many times it seems so many times ah but none will understand this hollow it brings when my thought turn to love how i still burn to know wither it has ever come if i have ever been caught within... must it take on rages jealousy brings the hurts when it is felt to be lost these things that ravage the nerves as a piece of pristine paper after its met with shattered glass the heaven of the moment when two simple words are spoke simple words composed of i do that light the sky as night turns to day with colors of rose yet intermixed with all of this is the sounds of sighs gasps moans and i wonder still in this hollow my heart does feel can i love i wonder for i have been loved so many times before |