Chaos Thing

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The only beauty is chaos
Like a siren that sings in the darkness
To the wildness of the untamed sea.
Like the leaves in the forest falling
While the storm winds are blowing.
Like the lone wolf howling in the night time
Hoping that somebody hears.
Yes the only beauty is chaos
And what you do to me.

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The Golightlys

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Step lightly into the future,
Always remain on the path.
Turn your face to the sun
Shoulder your pack.
Take what you need for the journey.
Leave your demons in the past.
Always keep looking forward
Never, ever, look back.

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My Fortress

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I’ll build you a fortress
Build a stone ship, go to sea.
I’ll save you from the Element
Because you’ve already saved me.

I’ll draw a line in the sand
And hold back the waves with a spell.
Because you’ve already worked your magic
When you saved me from hell.

I’ll tame the white horses
Take to the saddle and ride.
I can conquer the Wild Woods
With you by my side.

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In Absentia: Part 2

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And between the dreaming and the waking,
I feel something in me is breaking.
For I no longer see to the other side
And the cracks just get wider and wider.
Because while it is the lies that will let me down
It is among a sea of truths that I will drown.

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Twilight stumbles into the room
As awkwardly as a wrong note echoing
Between two lovers until then lost in the moment.
Extinguishing the heated passion of day
With a chill kiss, the reality of night.
Perception altered by the diminishing perspective.
The colours, the shades, the textures,
The edge of things, lost in the blur
Diminishing as the clock creaks and the hour sneaks on.

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Symptoms of hope rise
From the ruins, a symbol
Of happier times.

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Brush Strokes

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One step away from your heart
Was as close as I got.
But you were not for me
I made sure of that.
I could take the facts

Paint them in a different light,
If I had my time again.
Use my palette to paint out the dark,
Take this still life of mine
And set it in motion once more.

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The Green Man

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The windblown leaves of my cloak
Fluttered in the gentlest of breezes
As I made my way through the wood.
I had not passed this way
For a thousand years or more.
The trees and I whispered
In a language only we could hear,
Only we could understand.
The shade of the branches,
The cool of the green leaf
Reached out for me.
Our roots entwined
As we drank of the earth
The trees and I,
And gave our bounty to the sky.

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Do I exist, am I real?
Is there evidence I feel?
Is there ice in my veins?
If you cut me will I cry,
If you starve me will I die?
Do I thirst for the pain,
Do I yearn for the chance,
For the music, the dance.
Will I wither without the rains,
Will I ever leave this cell?
Am I already in hell?
Am I going sane;
Will you see me home again?

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Birdsong shrills like a siren
Shaking me from my reverie
Chasing me from my pool of calm.
A clarion call, distant cry,
Echoes down through the trees.
The jungle wakes the needs in me,
I lick my lips, go hunting for a kill.

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