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It's Been a While, Old FriendIn the interim it is inescapable, Thoughts, though temporary, do traumatise. Softly, silence’s secrets not without suspect.It's Been a While, Old Friend
Before reacquaintance, breathe not of bonds broken, Even if evil is enjoined in ire, Every ancient injustice is existential. Nights’ nothingness hid that noblest truth.
Ah, digression again attacks our attention.
Without willing, nor wanton, words I wait. Henceforth, the past hour’s higher purpose hidden, Insurrection is in my interest. Leave me alone, lucid in lying memory, Echoes of lost utopia err here. &n
by ~Black-Old-Sun
SeasonThis fortress of wire and wood A roofless prison for wandering spirits These impenetrable walls of red and green Drowning us in half twelve shadows Those hallowed fantasies of freedom Chased away by untimely calls to arms That sun drenched courtyard of dirt and dust Soaked in a thousand drops of unearned sweat Such slothful beasts of burden Which drag through our re-occurring nightmare Is this our penance? Is this our purgatory? Is this our unrealised heaven?Season
by ~Black-Old-Sun
LoveIt's a vision that isn't seen And it's an echo before spoken It's choking smoke without a fire And it's a reflection in pitch blackLove
It's a past that has never been And it's fixed before it's been broken It's blessed hymns without a choir And it's a loss where I do not lack
It's breathing between shallow breaths And it's awaking before sleep It's the midday sun at midnight And it's the answer to no question It's a small life after small deaths And it's bitter tears before I weep It's correct when it's never right And it's best l
by ~Black-Old-Sun
OnlineSoft, a Greek's garden, subject to southern skies, 'Neath bowed boughs, beset by lucid lust, Our passion consoles our hearts distrust, Behind a world of words we lay our hungry eyes,Online
Such animals are they, such slaves to fiend's soul, Deny sweet fleshes touch, deny our selfish deaths, Upon the white canvas paint whispered breaths, Sacred waking wonder demands my hearts toll,
But now perverted proletariat fail To entice such erudite attention, These eyes attend the aspect of ascension, Sheltered here, the core, from ardent assail
Forgotten, forgiven, f
by ~Black-Old-Sun
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The meeting of two persons
is like the contact of two chemical substances;
If there is any reaction,
both are transformed.
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In the man, inside the wild,
the wild inside the beast,
in the beast, inside the wolf,
the wolf inside of me.
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The meeting of two persons
is like the contact of two chemical substances;
If there is any reaction,
both are transformed.
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"Uh, Can we poke some air holes in here?"
"No, the box of secrecy must remain secure!"
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The meeting of two persons
is like the contact of two chemical substances;
If there is any reaction,
both are transformed.
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