VII-PilgrimageI am going to Babylon, Walking through a forest of glass-green leavesVII-Pilgrimage
Each one curving in clear and vivid arabesques; Circling and screaming slightly with each Subtle western breeze. I am going to Babylon, And cannot help but wonder if Orion-on-high Knows precisely where he’s going, too; As he circles, bemusedly above my head Night after night. I am going to Babylon,
Hacking bits of lung up in the heat of midday As the coal-smoke of distant cities clings
&n
Prometheus SpentJustice has become the unfortunate, eternal abstract; with free love chained and chivalry outcast; Lust; the seams of society, threading its way from soul to unkempt soul- And here we lie, painfully awake, eyes to the sun, demystified and spun out. Wrung like no-one wrings laundry anymore. And since when &nPrometheus Spent
PraesulisDarling, darling, Missed and abused, spiraling On an axis of pure jazz, Dreaming of perfect form through false eyes. Blind love, groping its way through the blue-dark, Faded and winding stairs Through black heat, straight to Heaven.Praesulis
Yes, dance, muted light through tepid air, Steam on the jasper ice of the spirit.
The soul twists to flaring riffs. Burning, crying in the dark noon of cities, Lonely but for the beating of hearts.
RuminationBlooming beauties of insignificance, short - lived and dieing the whole time, lying under a clear blue sky and all there is to do is wish for night.Rumination
We hold onto our mirrors. We clutch our masks of silken red. Red is the color of vanity. What is sensation to a world of beauty in the eye of the beholder? We conquer ourselves with narcissism, drowning in our own lushes lips, &nb
On Change
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"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend." - Albert Camus
*miscellaneous affectionate platonic embrace*
[Something revealing and of an embarrassing nature concerning the recipient of this post]
*facial expression conveying a positive and sadistic emotion*
*insert exit*
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We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality. -Albert Einstein
Yes Clancy! My existential shell IS filled with the dreams of wild chipmunks! Thank you for asking! -Chef Brian
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Hiding would be smart.
Running would be smarter.
too bad i'm neither
wakaranai yo~ ano gaikokugo! ...
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emo wha?
*pouts* j'aimerais que seulment UN PERSONNE me parle dans un langue qui utilise des lettres comprehensible. Oui. Ca dit de vous. *nyeh*
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*schnoogles*
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emo wha?
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