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The Mountains Are Mine
09:28
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I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue
the foreboding that worse lay in the dregs
as I await some Stroke of Doom
From a corner of this weeping earth
my thoughts unfold onto this world
and leave me cowering for refuge
from torment and pain
In silence I weep
for lost memories so deep
that I have torn all ties
with the physical
So let me build a wooden bridge
to the moon
and I will rip the heavens apart
with my thoughts and my anguish
Linger in forgotten mountains all alone
Cold beneath the moon
Seek me and you'll find me
Licking dirt from the ground
Mountains are mine
Foundations of fine wine
Never will you find
For they are buried in my mind
In silence I weep
My loneliness so deep
For they are buried in time
Realised in your mind
Overwhelming anguish
seeps through these veins
turning my blood to ice
never to flow again
Under innumerable stars
in vivid brightness
my mind was naked for all to pick
Now free to roam
across the jagged pieces (of heaven)
wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven)
Thoughts start to creep
around my heart
in vivid brightness
in vivid darkness
The cold night draws in and the children are skulking
With fear of reprisal, but the Mountains are Mine
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Autumnal Fires
12:00
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A moonlit balcony reveals a majestic beauty
"When grief wrapped its cold arms around my body
The embers still flicked in the autumn of our love"
The sight of your beauty breaks the hold of sorrow
on me
Wandering with passion in our hearts
Smelling the melodious scent of orchards bloom
In the midst of life twisting we bleed
On a mountain top, gazing at the evening sky
Mesmerising fires breath, eternal life
Adorning tragedies, the wind carries
Fatal embrace in harmony
Somnolent crying
Leaves fall caressing out body
Empty the world we once knew
Our fires of passion and bliss
Doused by rains of of [sic] morrow
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Mourning Beloveth Ireland
It may have seemed a sign of hope that we are surrounded by humanity, but they are merely there to pick our bones, malignant. Growing on the mind like mould, a mere sliver of light drifting between wars and plagues for there is no sound of silence, no famine of the mind ... more
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