DORMANT ON SHORES OF UNDYING MYSTERY
OF BEAUTY AND GRACE IS THY DESIRED POETRYOne word_________________________so softly spoken
Our love _________________________the bleeding token
The world________________________I'd have stolen…
For you………………………………..devoted caress
For you……………………………….tragic romance
For you……………………………….tainted universe
INTO YOUR ROMANCE I'D HIKE
WOUNDED HAND GRASPING AT STARS
SOOTHING MY DISTRESS, PLENITUDE OF SCARS
AS WATER, THEE, MISTRESS…ONTO MY FIRE WOULD STRIKE
One word_________________________so softly spoken
Our love _________________________the bleeding token
The world________________________I'd have stolen…
For you………………………………..devoted caress
For you……………………………….tragic romance
For you……………………………….tainted universe
LIKE A SWAN THAT DIES OF HER OWN CHANT
LIKE THE TEARS I MUST WEEP TO MAINTAIN HER LAKE
AS LONG AS FLESH STILL WARM REMAINS
OUR LOVE WON'T EVER LOSE ITS SENSE
YET SOMETIME OUR LIT WOULD BE OBSCURED, WHEREAS
OUR PASSION SHALL BE TOLD AS ROMEO & JULIET'S
AND THIS POEM WOULD KEEP FOREVER, HENCE
ITS SHAKESPEAREAN ESSENCE…
WRITTEN BY
גירסת הדפסה
סגן המנהל
מפקח
עיתונאי מקוון
צל"ש
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Les Possedes
Deep into the darkness peering
Long I stood there fearing
Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...
But the silence was unbroken
And the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken
Was the whispered word: ''Veritas''
This the dark whispered
And an echo murmured back the word
Merely this and nothing more!
Fools and faith conspire
Questions of desire
That they never owned before
Kings without their armour
Men without their honour
We all slip into oblivion
We are the dark inside the night
The ghosts about which the poets write
And the dreams that night's embrace
That slowly leave without a trace...
מכתב זה והנלווה אליו, על אחריות ועל דעת הכותב בלבד
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Part One
This is a world blessed by the victims
Of carnal tragedy
The humans ritual of love and adoration
Dense-woven history
Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled
Bizarre she defined her presence
With the lament of the undead
When her eyes have bathed in danger
And the moon had new design
In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine
But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive
In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover
I'll forever strive...
מכתב זה והנלווה אליו, על אחריות ועל דעת הכותב בלבד
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אני מצדיע לך 1
מכתב זה והנלווה אליו, על אחריות ועל דעת הכותב בלבד
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בתגובה להודעה מספר 3
מכתב זה והנלווה אליו, על אחריות ועל דעת הכותב בלבד