Streaming down side cliff,
Moment bares and moment riff,
Sun of violet and sun of gold,
Ruby, sword, dream do we hold,
No bounds mist the sea,
Free of trust and misery,
Opaque lies do not hold,
Alone, unfound, pleasant cold,
Want the glory, feel the fame,
Never reached, yet no self blame,
For if it was found, imagination would decay,
This feeling of translucent, gone, mind astray.
Plains of life, emeralds death,
Combine the light, your final breath,
The settings yours, you lay beneath,
Ambush holds, sword, soul, sheath.
Burden of freedoms is yours to bare,
Say, walk, speak, no one hears, but you care,
The daylight gestures moon, the walls are melting sun,
Afternoon is felt, yet there isnt one,
Eyes open and the now becomes the real,
Breath upon your hand... damn... i can feel.
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Xjordanary
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2009-09-06 23:42:03]
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