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Monday, October 18, 2010

Elements






Rain, wind, the element of fire
All held in cold disarray
Perhaps what was joy
can be mixed with laughter
like a trembling child

It hurts, I know
the cruelest blow
all for a freedom song

I was a prince 
I was a birdsong
you did not see?

through your  marred beauty
Countless times
I wished upon your star

countless times
I scaled your freezing wall

I dressed in purple
just for you
Always the majestic, pathetic clown

You don't understand
I yearn to live!
And you
weary with tired laughter
scoffed

while your scorn haunted me
I could not breathe for you anymore!

Each day brought forth
fresh blood and wounds
And where is the glory in that?

would you hold my burning heart
Till cold ash sifts through your fingertips ?

Till I lay cold and white in the moonlight ?
No! I seek the sun and its warmth
Hold your scalding tongue
And your cruel moist lips

I am love ripening in the sun!
I fly high with the golden gods!
Delicious memories are all I choose
To remember of our sad affair !

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