Date: 6/4/2008

Mad Poet 50
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* Autumn Nights nd Autumn Days

...When you think you are in love in Autumn, illicit colors which are
ephemeral in their matrix will consistantly haunt me nd yet after a while
it becomes necessity of seeing blinding colors projected by the mind -
it is so beautiful! Even though, logic shouts ferociously from it
s territorial ground. Everytime love reforges its ways and everytime there
are different colors, all illicit in their origin and only lasting a short
while like the darkness that is dissolving when the horizon throws up the
scorching sun - and like leaves falling from their grace when a light
breeze shows it face. When the night comes, the moon will seduce me
with her voice on the oceans' surface. I would bear the invitation as if
night would never come again.
...This is when the human spirit transcends itself and the soul
shines through the surface of an eternally damned body. All things
become beautiful and all colors new. All things which are propelled by
the intellect and the emotions become the crucified and a new meaning
of existence arise from the immortal being. All things become
beautiful! It would be like seeing the sun in all its glory being pushed
over the mountain tops by heavenly creatures for the very first time
- God sitting upon His throne - as if night would never come again!
...Imperfection become trivial and ignorance bliss. The vanity of human
achievement is left vacant upon loves' shoulders. Love, the word and its
description fits like leather nd it becomes the air that we breathe. Come
dear night with your seduction and leave me satisfied with your
reflecting magick light that so enthralls the darkness of night! Also,
come good day with your blinding light that always leaves me
satisfied with the promise of night - as if night would never come again
.

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