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September 20th, 2013

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Friday, September 20th, 2013 03:46 am
Close your eyes
and picture a time
You write your words
with your soul
and with your soul
another joins you
and this is your soulmate

You thought about this person
and felt this person's love
and feelings toward to you

It's a mother, a brother,
an uncle, a sister, a wife,
a husband, and a friend

Translate their thoughts
and feelings toward to you
and then the flow of thought
would unravel
into a story

Whether the ending is good
or bad, God gave us our fate
for the journey
and we made choices
terrible and good
to make it to the bitter end
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Friday, September 20th, 2013 04:12 am
Whenever she opens the door
In walks my Goddess
The world shook asunder
with her outwordly power
While I her faithful shadow
waited in the patience of her glory

When she's gone
I can only stare beyond the
moon and stars
until she return back to me

Deeply afraid of her own power
but I'll be there to guide her
toward the end of her journey
The ends of all worlds begins anew
with a single thought

The Father of the World
Gaia remembers her
It's my daughter of the suns
he said.
Guardian of the secret All Fire
that she kept alit and glow
for all to follow

and it begins in the womb
of the unconscious
where all thought and ideas
come together in sacred union
toward the greater source

The Forest of the Night Creatures
is dark deep
but this is where the shadows sleep

Together, hand in hand we walk
for we are the groundskeeper
of all things dark
She held a lamp and I hold the torch
We are the lord and lady of the woods
and the animals shall know us by our names

She is shadow, she is night
For I am Helios the eternal light

I weep at the sight of the world
The world has plunge into chaos
Where is the light of day?
A fire rage in my heart
For I only wish to become the way
the hope in your heart is I, princess
Aye, I love thee with all the passion
my soul possess and I give thee peace

William Blake is the soul
of the visions
he sees the tree of life
and the heavenly sings a choir
he was a nightly vision
imagination stirs the soul of the mind
the man is a mystic