Saturday Oct 18, 2008

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When buzzing silence is the only sort
of music my care-weary ear can stand,
and I become a hairy, blood-filled eyes
that shames the muse's lovely powdered hand-
When walls remove me from the pressing crowd,
suppress me with their invisible load,
my hands become too big, my voice too loud,
I sit lost on dusty foreign roads
friendless, devoid of meaning, all drawn...
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Saturday Oct 18, 2008

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Pond, lonely moonlight reflecting from it,
I look how the wind is altering the surface...

Figures of moonlight shiveringly playing in the pond,
glittering, modifying, multiplying, imitating life...

Group of reflections in the surface,
raging wildly, spinning and swinging...

One lonely spot of light, far away from others,
quivering forgottenly, slowly dying away...

Saturday Oct 18, 2008

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To find your light
You need a key

To find your key
You need to look

Look down in your heart
And a key will be there

You will have to walk
Walk to the coldest
Place in the world

You will need to look for a little lit
That looks like a little star

And there you will find me in chains
Chains around...
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