Date: 6/4/2008

Mad Poet 52
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...A single thought conveys my soul to blissful sorrow. Your hazel
Autumn eyes never leave my side! You will always be special to me. In
your absence, winter now fills my cup and leaves me with the vanity of
pain on hard-edged horizons cutting me like a knife. In the twilight the
silence listens and it bears the disturbance of time. While the sun is
consumed by the past nostalgia eats away at the moon, vertigo ends
an epoch of forgotten people and universes. Without you - existence is
failing! As the horizon cuts me like a knife i become in touch with the
division of truth and fiction. As i wait for time to begin i am walking
over an ocean of vacant futures reflecting the present - and it climbs
into my head. I will be the silence of creation since you first made me
into an image of my idol. Let these animated waves come and destroy
the idolatry of real gods and recommence the matrix of a non-exist
ent future to contradict the present, of living without time.
...Reality becomes a timeless illusion when vacant futures resemble the
past without memory - affecting the present reoccuring as a timeless
barrier in an eternal space! All inside my head! We have no freedom
from our freedom. Even the seasons become our shackles.

'Without memory there can be no insight, without love there can be
no appreciation' - Anne Rice

'The purpose of life is to love and better know the beauty nd intricacy
of all things. Kindness is the way of God.' - Anne Rice

All seasons change.



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