The death of my friend...What a short time we had, my friend, Yet what a time we had. I'd hoped that it would never end; For which I am now sad. I knew the troubles you came to face, The cross you'd come to bear. And how I thought that my embrace might help to make it fair. With fun and joy we filled our time When we were very young that of which the words I rhyme Has the song barely sung. You were kind to my young brothers Brother you almost seemed Brought together by our mothers Our friendship fate had deemed. And as we played as young children Together we had growThe death of my friend...
DreamI sit awake in dark of night aware of my impaired sight to find a bright and blinding light though encased in the darkDream
The light was small with depth so vast it showed to me the long lost past and how my age was meant to last still consumed inside the dark
It sang a melody of colour danced a picture of no other with image of my Earthen Mother whilst still alone in the dark
It rode for me the path to home weaved the trees the bird's flight roam to tameless ocean blue and foam although I lingered in the dark
It touched my
Casero(English version is underneath the Spanish version!)Casero
Soñé con una vida libre, Una vida gran y sano. Donde puedo ser alegre- Reclamar mi altere Pues no soy desespere, Y mi mente no es insano.
Quiero estar sin mi dolor, Donde mi casa es verdad Porque vivo desamor- Mi corazon sin ardor, Mi vida, frío, sin calor; Mi dolor en impunidad.
Busco este lugar santo, Busco para un amor- Sin límite o batimento. No tendré un desaliento, mis creencia firmamento Y soy ido del mi dolor.
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TiredA night ago, so late and lonely, I went up to my chamber bed. I was about to lay my head Whence at a sudden, a noise quite lowly Had trickled in and slowly bled.Tired
It sounded dread where it had tread- The air was dead, and light misled As slowly in this noise now fled. Mine ears now strained, that listened sorely.
And what it was, I could not know, But it came upon my very being, As what I heard I was not seeing. And in it deep it wailed in woe- It seemed in search, and almost pleading,
Fleeing harm, or as if bleeding; Needing f
"I thought I heard me saying,"I thought I heard me saying,
"The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
O death, emboldened by entropy's lure, betwixt the silent uproar, derided by cruel becoming, denied by established unrest,
You look so much the fool, where, there I've depicted you thrice; sat up, and thrown rice, and scolded the mighty hallelujah, coaxed like a sweet loving wife.
You've sat at my table drink
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"To defy the laws of tradition is a crucade only of the brave." -Les Claypool
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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