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Prophecy
The snow is my sign
like the thunder
like the lightening
that foretells what is coming
The snow is my balm
my whiteness of Gilead
the storm is rolling
but for now there is snow
My eyes see the snow
my heart feels the lightening
I know it will strike
when the thunder roars in
and in that hour
his eyes will open
the knowledge, the horror
the honor, the earthquake
i will ascend
but I'll be pulled back.
The snow is a promise
that lightening will strike
and after all
after all
Here I'll have to remain
Give back the dream--
and thanks for the snow.
The snow is my sign
like the thunder
like the lightening
that foretells what is coming
The snow is my balm
my whiteness of Gilead
the storm is rolling
but for now there is snow
My eyes see the snow
my heart feels the lightening
I know it will strike
when the thunder roars in
and in that hour
his eyes will open
the knowledge, the horror
the honor, the earthquake
i will ascend
but I'll be pulled back.
The snow is a promise
that lightening will strike
and after all
after all
Here I'll have to remain
Give back the dream--
and thanks for the snow.
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
Literature
Fear
There is this feeling I cannot shake
Something follows me slithering like a snake
I fear there is something that is creepy
Hiding under my bed when I feel sleepy
I hear the howling of vicious hounds
The beasts malicious and escaping from pounds
I hear maniacal laugh of a clown
I see the undead crawl and frown
There are things stalking me in the dark
Children have been abducted by creatures hiding in the park
There are things unknown hiding just out of sight
These are the thoughts that fill me with fright
Literature
Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
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This is rough, I know. I had this dream...I know it will come true.
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This is rough for your normal style. However- that lack of structure puts more emotion in this. I read this with a sigh almost. It felt tired and weary, like someone who has seen the sun but knows they're going to live beneath ground. I hope you're doing alright. I miss our talks.
This is rough for your normal style. However- that lack of structure puts more emotion in this. I read this with a sigh almost. It felt tired and weary, like someone who has seen the sun but knows they're going to live beneath ground. I hope you're doing alright. I miss our talks.