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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

As Mortals We Are
2004-01-01 - 6:32 p.m.
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The moon and stars, bold beyond the horizon

Gently weep, silently laugh at a mere mortal

One who wishes, she that chants

And begs for favors from their glow.

The rising sun, the raging nova

Cackle with glee at a mere human

One who gazes, she that whispers

And begs for favors from their rays.

The moon and stars growl fiercely with jest

To prove to her that it is all in fun

The sun, the rain, the world below

Will continue to circle and grow.

They tease and sing of what powers they posess

And never feel the need to prove

We conquer and claim all in vain

For there they will forever remain.

Above us, beyond us, never to be held

Visions all, never to be revealed

Below us, around us they will carry on

While we as mortals can never move on.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave