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Lucifer unbound his absolution His purpose took unstoppable form A wyrm whose brilliance blinded Tenacity burned as radiant as the Almighty Lucifer remembered this so vividly A fond memory of when God stood thunderstruck

Lucky life isn't one long string of horrors and there are moments of peace, and pleasure, as I lie in between the blows.

lying on marble the lazy cat gazes at dying stars

Make no mistake about it. We are born blind, deaf, and mute. It is neither these eyes that give us sight, nor these ears that give us sound. It is not even these lips that give us voice. It is only love. Love makes us seek beauty and truth. Love yearns to connect. To experience. To understand. So close your eyes at once. Don’t utter a word. Perk up your ears and listen to that silent sound inside you where all this is found.

Many Castles On My Travels i have been A guest in Many castles Yet the Monument Which i Find Divine Is the oasis Where the heart And the silence Intertwine.

Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.

Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.

many took the leap with the frog, only to become Basho's ignoring the frog and the pond

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our mariage bed and mariage temple is; Though parents grudge, and you, we are met, And cloisterd in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that, self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now; ’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me, Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.

Medicinal Spirit, Inside Mirror Therapy becomes a harmony, and that harmony is built on levels, No one knows how to upscale another, for it has to come from the inside grails, Striking inflicts at the mirror and hatred to the being of creator, Causes hate in mirror too and abused flesh to the author, Changes come from its prudence and rationalism liberation, Not its pardon, A mirror is but a substance of a conscious, But identity says "let me fly" when journeying from the subconscious to the conscious.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente, y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca. Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca. . Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía. Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma, y te pareces a la palabra melancolía. . Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante. Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo. Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza: Déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo. . Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo. Eres como la noche, callada y constelada. Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo. . Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente. Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto. Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan. Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.

Merlin Speaks: Ô mighty trees of Avalon release sap and seeds into hearts and minds So Arthur’s dream can reveal echoes of futures past So Camelot’s glory is forever ingrained in the rich forests and mountains’ mysterious valleys where a once and future King lowered his sword and lay in the arms of his sweet Lady of Forests and Lakes

Menuju Kamu Saat nama indah mu disebut-sebut mentari pun meredup rembulan pun menunduk alunan nama mu umpama ritma dengan bait-bait keindahan seakan ada tangan-tangan yang menjemput siapa pun yang mendengarkan terkumat-kamit menyanyi-nyanyi meliuk-lentok menari-nari bertemasya aku dengan nama mu biar kamu tak aku temukan namun kamu yang aku rasakan biar kamu tak mereka pedulikan namun kamu yang aku bicarakan kerana ini barangkali bukti mengerti kerana ini barangkali erti memahami masih berbicara tentang mu semilir angin menyinggahi waktu menyapa bahuku dingin dan nyaman ini umpama ilusi sayangku umpama titis embun yang terlihatkan di padang pasir yang bosan dan menghampakan umpama bintang timur yang bergemerlapan di langit hitam yang hujan dan mengecewakan apa ilusi-ilusi ini hadiah aku kerana bekerja keras menuju kamu? dan semestinya ilusi yang paling menenangkan adalah menemui kamu lantas terus jatuh cinta yang paling dalam hingga kedalaman muka bumi aku ragukan jatuh cinta yang paling besar hingga besarnya alam ini aku bimbangkan Aku yakini yang mencari lantas menemui hingga akhir nanti tetap sahaja dengan nama mu menyanyi aku menari aku deria-deria lantas bertumbuh melawan aras mencari cinta yang paling deras; Kamu pancaindera pantas bercambah lebih tegal menuju rindu yang paling tebal; Tetap Kamu, Penciptaku Rumah Gapena, 4 April 2015

menulis indah temaram senja di ujung garis pantai ketika burungburung pulang dengan perut kenyang menulis lindap subuh yang jauh dengan selintas garis putih fajar ketika kelelawar malam berhambur untuk tidur atau kau ingin aku menulis keabadian pada sebutir pasir dan surga pada sekuntum bunga liar semua telah kutulis untukmu

Miłość, sen i śmierć nadchodzą pomału Schwyć mnie za włosy i mocno pocałuj.

MISERABLE Release the toxic and infectious- Spreaders of misery, Souls destroying souls- And poisonous liars. Awaken from the hallucinations- And take back your heart. Reclaim your self-esteem- And leave the toxic be.

Mislaid flame of tender emotions Rekindled. Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Mom Our empty home reminds Me of you My sleepless nights Are full of your memories Mom I want to cry Till my tears run dry Mom I need you back At least for a little while

MOM Wholeheartedly, She loved me- And inspired me- With transcending devotion. It was a blessing- To have been her son, To have been loved- Without conditions. Her words of wisdom- Opened my eyes- To the world- And to myself. By seeing the best in me, She empowered me. By believing in me, She transformed me. She grew old- And floated away, But her love remains standing- Eternally by my side.

Monster a person though monster not human. Monster like music. Like Beatles! Like Schumann! World full of stupid. World full of noise. Monster feel ANGRY. No birthday. No joys. World full of JUNK monster not comprehend. What is a childhood? What is a friend? Monster and human both want the same. Want conversation. Want love. WANT NO PAIN. If monster speak heart: monster life only worsen. Monster not human: BUT MONSTER A PERSON!

Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke remembrances of a carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be. I yearn for a time when my mother’s tree swayed beneath the dusk like an amber sea, but the past is locked without a key. Never to return—only flee

Más que sus ojos, su mirada. Miraba como queriendo decir algo y no diciéndolo.

Mathematics is a wonderful common sense, To understand the harmony in nature magnificent; The wondrous language, & popular in terms of @ finance Its’ unique, and abundantly rich in terms of substance,

Master the art of selflove and you will never have to seek validation ever again.

Matahari sudah tua Apa yang terjadi jika ia tenggelam ke laut dan tak terbit lagi?

May be its mine bad-luck Or yours not to get me But I still have hope Of being yours

Maybe you think life is not worth living, but is death worth dying for?

May god embrace the mess in your head, The chaos in your heart And the flames in your eyes. For you were never meant to Be loved in pieces Neither chained Or even understood . You are a piece of art And a piece of art is only meant to be admired, desired, and Kept away from anyone or anything that may mess with such kind of Magic…

May I live to see the day when I long for the agony I feel now. / ながらへば またこのごろや しのばれむ 憂しと見し世ぞ いまは恋しき

Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy

More than loud acclaim, I love Books, silence, thought, my alcove. Pangur Bán Poem by Anon Irish Monk, Translated by Seamus Heaney

Most things may never happen: this one will.

Mother Earth Speaks: You live in my womb, learn from my seasons and grow old in my arms Listen to my heart I give you garments woven in gold I bless your arrival then let you fly free knowing forever we are one you and I

MOTHER IS WATER I wish I could Shower your head with flowers And anoint your feet with my tears, For I know I have caused you So much heartache, frustration and despair – Throughout my youthful years. I wish I could give you The remainder of my life To add to yours, Or simply erase The lines on your face, And mend all that has been torn. For next to God, You are the fire That has given light To the flame in each of my eyes. You are the fountain That nourished my growth, And from your chalice – Gave me life. Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds of Your voice, I shall always feel thirsty.

Mountains, hills and valleys confirm the beauty of Your holiness.

My atoms love your atoms, it’s chemistry.

...my body has become another country and I feel like an unemployed illegal alien how will I survive where I do not belong I belong with you

My body held on though I held snapped threads in my hands and patches of my flesh were missing entirely. I was proud of my little mess... all the mistakes, every scar and every tear, told a story of a life I was strong enough to bear. I wear a patch of pride upon my chest, showing all my self-glory of the good times and the rest.

My child, I know you're not a child But I still see you running wild Between those flowering trees. Your sparkling dreams, your silver laugh Your wishes to the stars above Are just my memories. And in your eyes the ocean And in your eyes the sea The waters frozen over With your longing to be free. Yesterday you'd awoken To a world incredibly old. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. You had to kill this child, I know. To break the arrows and the bow To shed your skin and change. The trees are flowering no more There's blood upon the tiles floor This place is dark and strange. I see you standing in the storm Holding the curse of youth Each of you with your story Each of you with your truth. Some words will never be spoken Some stories will never be told. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. I didn't say the world was good. I hoped by now you understood Why I could never lie. I didn't promise you a thing. Don't ask my wintervoice for spring Just spread your wings and fly. Though in the hidden garden Down by the green green lane The plant of love grows next to The tree of hate and pain. So take my tears as a token. They'll keep you warm in the cold. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. You've lived too long among us To leave without a trace You've lived too short to understand A thing about this place. Some of you just sit there smoking And some are already sold. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. This is the age you are broken or turned into gold.

My child Your tears We cannot bear My child You are so full of laughter And it's our greatest power

My cup is yellow Or not, though not's Impossible It's yellow

My dear melancholy, Enraged she's colic! Lovely indeed a fellow And so sweet a collie. Never but so mellow Can she be like a dolly? However she's so frolic! Or could she get yellow Like a peach, but jolly? You'll regret her follies!

My eyes so stuck in night vision I watch the decaying praised come back from the afterlife. By far, purple seed dreams redeem the faith among the lit palm trees, as each section settles in, wiping out my future with a comet sent by your divine lips forgotten by the teeming atmospheric dark age I now dwell in encrypting the awakening language gone up in sweet smoke, teasing stretched heels in the midnight air.

My father's love was always strongMy mother's glamour lives on and on.Yet still inside I felt alone, for reasones unknow to me.

My freedom is beckoning the cowards, To come out of their caves: See the vast sky above And breathe the fresh air that they crave.

My heart got all A's. A for Alone. A for Always.

My heart is crushed, my knees are weakened. My tears drench my pillow, my tears flood my bed every night. Do you know how much I miss you father of my children.

My heart and my soul are best of friends. And their friendship started the day you and I first met.

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you… A million times.