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8月22日 the golden yeta north wind is blowing something at my soul is knowing steal away this lifeless song it makes the day so achingly long who does this soul belong to? what did it miss? even the body of you not flowers and candy pretty dresses and hairdos men falling looking so dandy cradled body, warmly fed loving hands that put me to bed in the twilight of shadowy mists I touch the hollow night and feel the kiss of loving ones passing on by precious trusts now gone to dust it just all fell away into some dark deceiving old decay we live to try to understand why any of the good ever dies leaving only shells of dens once wandered in soundless countless bells beckon us to the river where we were once and again cleansed to find we had another Then what age was ever in rage was once more our cage and we had to begin one more When. "once upon some time" it's the lullaby game you'll catch on and in no time it'll all be the same. countless are the trails left by human sails the void inside is where I ride the sun rises and the sun sets and no one has found the golden yet. ~rom~ 8月19日 THE SUN ALSO RISES Something golden and glowing Between two hearts remaining free Through unknown winds blowing In the shadows of breath upon the sea Even confined to harsh shells, we were at once alone in our going Sadly enhanced by the spell of our dance We held beliefs beyond any common knowing From page to page, we drew our chance Yet still questioned the unrecognized The ill growth of humanity's sowing Chiseling reigns into marbled Hope We clung to the Strength of Spirit flowing Of love and memory and what Possibility Spoke Now our event horizon has snapped back Into an alone and lonely bestowing I am wrenched by the loss of our physical regain Now gone is the suffering and the painful lowering The measure of your gentle Soul I will know again In this remembrance of our strange encore I see the Beauty of your graceful hands Sculpting fine that especially beautiful wing How many lifetimes have we sifted through the sands? Now we are in Solitary griefs, neither of us hearing Just ONCE MORE the telephone RING! DREAM, welcome HOME the Dreamer Let no trouble touch her face No fear when she awakes Or any disturbance of Angels bearing Grace Only a fine mystic rain to bathe away that last Quivering shake.. Be encouraged, The Sun Also Rises ~rom~  Ever and always and unto no end The loop of connection is not gone May she feel my love until I enter in, And we Begin IT all again... But just now, Grief has work to do and, however hard this letting go I will begin to review the wealth, Of our latest adventure...affirmed and confirmed. Nothing will be left out As I draw breath from deeply channeled cores The Ways of these uncharted shores Bids me Welcome Home "You were never alone!" ~rom~ 8月2日 betrayalshe died instead within her head
no longer wed to the painfully fed lies usefully played despicably said to unleash the frayed and feverishly led
matted red thickly betrayed hearts of Alliances falsely laid
just another cast replayed no longer undecided, afraid she turned away and laid down the long-delayed riding the emotional raid she took up her LIFE unmade now to become the LIFE She saved. -rumorsofme-
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