I Envy The Dance.They dance with the colors of the spiritI Envy The Dance.
Yearning for the power of the words
Years peel away like withered shells
Wandering slowly from soul
They are restored
As the child of heart begins its laughter
Moving, spinning, dancing, singing
Joy contagious, taking over
I watch
Unblinking gaze, unbreakable smile
I can't help staring
Eyes wide open
My song is with them, my heart bursts free
But I am still,
With the hint of envy on my tongue.
M.M.M.
Try to change the time Try to move the mind Day by day Watching the calendar flip by
I still hear your voice
Entwining with dreams I still feel your heart While mine rips at the seams
The days make their claim Struggling in vain Condemned or confused But I swear I'm still sane
We move without eyes And never grow cold We separate the flesh
But never the soul
Claim excuse for haste Passing face by face We search as we fall We fight to earn grace
Following the circles
Unsaid.The soul is a multitude of wordsUnsaid.
Flowing into a book of frail lines, upholding one another
But they have yet to be read.
Not a single word of heart is misspelled
Not a meaning of the soul unclear
Yet don’t seek out the deep emerald eyes
For they speak each word in a soft resounding whisper
If you knew me, would you hate me?
If you gazed at me beyond this false
Would you be forced to turn away?
Turn from the eyes.
Turn from the heart.
Turn from the ever-flowing words, then lines, then
Two Hearts.Blank paper and voiceless melodies As empty as your distant, darkened eyes Searching for a heart, where you thought one had existed within me Our world has many words, but little meaningTwo Hearts.
I walk though the crowded city streets
As daylight is quickly fleeing I'm still searching for a heart, where I thought one had existed within you I swore I saw it, so long ago
City lights in the blackened night seem so calming Cars fade by, each passing in rhythmic noise As if in replacement for the beating heart Or the slow-passing time I can't see where you a
when is enough enoughwhen does enough become enough-- when is it too much?when is enough enough
dancing along with a smile painted on, the little ghosts can see it all and they can tell when everything is righteous and when it is heresy
sweet, sweet singer, I can see your tears ringing in your voice like a thousand falling angels crying out for mercy and reconciliation
you've read the last page-- but it's not enough
everything's rolling into a single paradigm, a kaleidoscope of emotions blurry from exhaustion when can I clear off the glass, to see into my
I uploaded two more photos... one is of you, of course. lol.
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Live creatively.
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"Love is giving someone the power to hurt you terribly and hoping they don't."
Deviant since September 6th 2003
formerly Makurayami-Kangaebuk
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"Love is giving someone the power to hurt you terribly and hoping they don't."
Deviant since September 6th 2003
formerly Makurayami-Kangaebuk
--
"Love is giving someone the power to hurt you terribly and hoping they don't."
Deviant since September 6th 2003
formerly Makurayami-Kangaebuk
--
"Love is giving someone the power to hurt you terribly and hoping they don't."
Deviant since September 6th 2003
formerly Makurayami-Kangaebuk
...>.>;
*poke!*
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"Love is giving someone the power to hurt you terribly and hoping they don't."
Deviant since September 6th 2003
formerly Makurayami-Kangaebuk
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