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Ah to tell you the story, of how I become so sorry. From the moment I saw her, I lost in in a blur. All the voices I lost them, could no longer be heard. And like a moth to the candle, I was ready to burn For the light it enticed, I was lost in my yearn Too Much Too Much to handle Too much Too Much this candle Now here we are at the middle I stood there hearing the fiddle The song in my head took away all my dread! Red. I was lost in the in her light, oh god...am I already in flight? Falling, Holding my breath Unable to rest My Heart Beating out of my chest Slow down! To pretend on each day That I can be here to stay Stop now! All the things in my head Thoughts easily read Don't Say It, the things in your head that that'll tear you away! Can't stay it. But here in the shadows I just cannot stay! The voice, the one in my head that compels me to say These words, in my head they may push you away To late! for the words in my head I c...
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Impossible

 to live by a code, a conduct which is your own. Forged with the fires of the bold, imprisoned by your own.  hands which held so dearly to the concept of a man.  For your word is the strongest, and it's binding is the power.  And so finally when you're looked upon, and asked in this hour.  Will you make a promise?  Your answer is your prison, your code is your own.  Knowingly you say something, that can only bring you down.  To your knees as you reel, in the pain behind your eyes.  But a promise is a word, a word that bear no lies.  Now here you are, bound to not speak.  Now there you go, away from what you seek.  When you live by a code, it's always impossible.  That you chose that which you want most.  Semper Fidelis, Ego Amissa Anima, locutus est amicus meus. Ego Non potest te amo 

Did I ever tell you how she feel from the stars?

She looked so kind and composed yet being frail and lost. as the light of the moon dimmed weeping at it's loss, that is when she saw an angry wolf. She quickly saw through it's anger and it's mask. Which as soon put on began to fade away. Only to find him scared, of the loss of the light that had once led his way. As she held it close, he wimpered and was scared. For she awoke something never to before know to him. As such she became his light sacred and beautiful. So it was that this little wolf was no longer lost and angry. He found solace and purpose to atone. As No matter the cost, he would return her to her throne. So all could bathe in hear warming light once more. As it came to pass the wolf grew stronger and with strength was able to accomplished it's goal. Returning her home even though he did not wish to see her go. Knowing fully he could not hold her for himself. However now he grew once again angry and cold, for he had saved and lost the one thing he...

Bending but never breaking

Funny thing about our will is that it bends, often, almost daily you will find situations in which you can either react with passion to, or walk away. We often think of confrontation as conflict, not reasoning. Today I expressed some pretty passionate views to a friend of mine, unfortunately it was upon deaf years that it did fall. Today I lost a friend, someone who had been with me from the beginning but I guess we found an end.

Disheartned

I thought I had found that one thing lasts throughout all time. Inspiration! However now I find that it's getting more difficult to write, nothing comes to mind except the beauty that was a lie. Lost in the woods of my failing mind, I'm slowly turning away to run from the tide. Change is disheartening at times, as happiness leads to loneliness I find. The heart beats on the mind trails off, neither seems to understand the truth that behind. So here I find I cannot truly write, as a bird in cage I feel trapped inside.

Moving on

As we spoke of promises we must also consider the thought of moving on, the oddity that it must be so. Recently I opened my heart again only to allow myself enough time to catch it before it fluttered into pain. It is to be frank a feeling that is not to be held onto. Though some experiences are worthy. If to live in the moment you must lose in the long run then some cases the moment is still grand. Once the moment has escaped you're left with the wanting, the need to pick it up again where you'll try anything including compromising your comfort, in order to get back that feeling that once was thought inescapable. We know it's impossible to hold on to everything, yet we have trouble letting go. That is part of moving on.

The Heart

The heart is a fickle thing, hard to understand and often confused. I've not written in a while because my heart wasn't in it. Honestly I'm uncertain if it actually is now. However I made a promise, and promises are not meant to be broken. That simple act has me writing again, you could stay we're placing my heart in the right places. Unfortunately that source of inspiration wasn't meant to stay with me, so I've found another source, and that is the need to keep my promises. So the heart is a funny thing, often wanting, nearly ever fulfilled. Poetry however is motion, and exploration, so I hope dearly it'll help bring me closer to an understanding of my heart's desires. Good to be back.