The God of small Miracles

The God of small Miracles

3 November 2017

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Deconstruct

Current thought process

Unwind mind

Child remind

Inner being you will find

Playing with the clay

 

End dismay

Emerge from ashes

Old renew

Young to spew

From fountains gushing anew

The selected few

 

Embrace it

Just drop the questions

Ne’er ask why

Nor ask how

The God of small Miracles

Shimmers in the now

 

Reading of the poem: 

Something Just Like This (Lyric) – The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

The God Particle

The God Particle

4 March 2017

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I found it

Within Skin’s Layers

Forgotten

Triangle

Where we see every angle

Of Victim’s Slayers

 

The Prayers

Gushing with the Faith

Bosom bore

Remnants core

We kept each ounce of Atom

The Light Could Fathom

 

Envy’s lace

Brittle the solace

Golden egg

They stole it

When the flaming bushes lit

The God Particle

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ring of Spring – Stive Morgan

Heavens scent redeem

Heavens scent redeem

3 February 2017

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Gaia Wild

Love Wilderness Child

Let it Rain

Brave the Pain

As the Source of Dark Rises

Listen to Isis

 

Flashes find

The flesh burnt rewind

Forget Death

Catch the Breath

Heal within Soul from Gashes

When burnt to Ashes

 

Filter Voice

In Salt’s choice rejoice

Dance to Tune

Salt the Rune

Unearthing Ocean in Moon

From nothing festoon

 

Lost to Dusk

From Time’s goring Tusk

Tree from Rusk

Cloud in Musk

No Ash for child to smother

Dance with the Father

 

Child pristine

An innocence keen

Memory Sheen

Unseen Seen

Foster in you spring so clean

A rebirth to glean

 

Spring Jasmine

Dance to Music Stream

Hurt to Love

Peace to Dove

Dancing within Isis Dream

Heavens Scent redeem

 

Reading of the poem: 

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White Angel – Stive Morgan

Magic World of Illusion – Stive Morgan

Ring of Spring – Stive Morgan

 

Blue kingdoms my fleet

Blue kingdoms my fleet

16 December 2016

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Genius

The light in the mind

Two of kind

Blood rewind

A twin bird from a dark cell

Ripping cage corners

 

Ravenous

Brittle Heart’s outcry

From the split

Of close knit

A chest breaking teeth to grit

Skies path candlelit

 

Gracious

Punctuality

Kings respect

None to fret

We hasten to seconds met

Within Earthly Times

 

Radius

Mid of my circle

Riddled Pi

My mind’s eye

Takes me places where I lie

Within God’s bosom

 

Glorious

Unveiled symphonies

Mind at ease

None to tease

Cradled lion on his knees

Master of the breeze

 

Rapturous

Final encounter

Your footstep

In Heartbeat

The bells ringing as we meet

Blue kingdoms my fleet

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Closure – Arcana

Medea – Arcana

Lost in Time – Arcana

In Memoriam – Arcana

Icons – Arcana

God of the Winds – Arcana

 

The birthing process

The birthing process

11 August 2016

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Steely joint

Smooth contraption

Halfway made

Unkempt shade

Of withered humanity

Tokens of God spill

 

Eternal

A soul to anoint

Argan oil

Tinsel foil

Misconception of the role

A play of three worlds

 

Contraction

A quick pressure point

Increasing

Decreasing

In ebb and flow of new life

The birthing process

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Summoning the Gods – Trobar de Morte

The Fairies Wind – Trobar de Morte

Natural Dance – Trobar de Morte

Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni / See the fate that brings me to land of denial

Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni

(Poème écrit sous la forme de Sonnet Occitan, traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

20 mai 2016

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Me vois-tu là œuvrer préparer le départ

Eriger mes flambeaux en vue d’un long voyage

Tu peux lors admirer le summum de mon art

De tanner oripeaux en un immense voilage

 

Le départ va sonner trois petits tours et un quart

Vois préparer les eaux insondable barrage

Miroir pour se mirer traversée de l’écart

Estampillés les sceaux de mon royal plumage

 

Je perce les flancs serrés d’un rideau de combats

Tréteaux blafards d’une scène où l’on vit l’ennemi

Coups en corps par milliers inlassables soldats

 

Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni

Qui me fait retourner au ciel de mes abats

Où j’enfante Roi mécène Dieu des deux mondes béni

 

Lecture du poème:

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Je m’en vais – Miossec

Brest – Miossec

La Grande Marée – Miossec

 

 

See the fate that brings me to land of denial

(translation of a Sonnet written in french in Occitan Sonnet format. See original above or here)

20 May 2016

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Do you see me at work preparing departure

Erecting my torches for a very long trip

You can now admire the pinnacle of art

In tanning all the rags into an immense sail

 

The departure will ring three small rounds and quarter

See prepare the waters in unfathomable wall

Mirror to see oneself, the crossing of the gap

Well stamped are now my seals of royal heritage

 

I pierce through the tight flanks of curtain of combat

Pale trestles of a scene where we live enemy

Shots in body thousands from the tireless soldiers

 

See the fate that brings me to land of denial

That makes me return to heaven of my innards

I give forth King patron God of both worlds blessed

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death is the road to awe – Clint Mansell

Xibalba – Clint Mansell

Stay with me – Clint Mansell

Funny times

Funny times

27 January 2016

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Funny times

Playing hide and seek

You cooked rhymes

Without salt

Neither of us was at fault

For wasted banquets

 

Spent morrows

Breakfast on the grass

Buttered bread

Goes to head

And wastes energy in class

Learning how to cheat

 

I don’t judge

Merely spectator

Of your taunts

Unending

Invisible specter haunts

Breaking the journey

 

Now we know

Truth a dictator

Merely points

Surrender

No other options arise

Naked casts the lies

 

Fishing rod

An expedition

To North pole

Ice clad holes

Looking through frigid waters

Bears much decorum

 

We eat green

End harvests yellow

Worn out scythes

Cutting rough

Jagged edges the result

Of years of neglect

 

The lost sheen

Of Heart ne’er mellow

Closed with time

The crusts hard

It would take more than a bard

To liquefy rust

 

The songs shared

Lost inner ramblings

Of tepid heart

The ways cold

Fortune favours but the bold

Scared hares learn respect

 

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Funny times

Your expectations

Coughing mirth

Mind roams Earth

We leave on journeys of sight

The other a wall

 

Angels fall

Their wings clipped neatly

Bundled prize

Winners tired

All the things that I admired

I barely recall

 

We knew not

Time spins arrogance

Huddled groups

Dissect frogs

Princes relic of the past

Fairytales don’t last

 

Titles wrought

Imagination a curse

Misspelled dreams

Broken screams

Crossing rivers between logs

Hush baby don’t fly

 

I lost them

Twice forgotten wings

Changelings

Morphing cast

Theatrical face aghast

He prays for my soul

 

Religion

Malice reservoir

Castration

Damnation

Everything against the Love

Head bent weep o Dove

 

You spell wrong

God takes not an A

Yet you goad

Lost cattle

Against the odds I battle

Heart lost in dark road

 

This testing

I know it was honed

Yet I fail

Yet I wail

It cost my faith yet I hail

Your endless glory

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Voyage – Youn Sun Nah

Into Dust – Youn Sun Nah

Consider me gone – Youn Sun Nah

 

The Spirit Lovers – Chapter Seven: On Playgrounds and Kingdoms without a King

The Spirit Lovers

Chapter Seven: On playgrounds and Kingdoms without a King

8 December 2015

 

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Mother came to Rita again, this time in broad daylight, her face a dark river of shimmering stars, the bluest of hues her black body.

  • What are these talks of going elsewhere?

 

Rita felt as always when she saw Mother torn between Shaking awe and powerful solace

 

  • Well you told me Mother that this place would be no more and that we would all live in another place, very different from here so I was just getting myself ready for the journey, knowing it would be long
  • It could be, yes but where do you think it is? Some distant planet that I have chosen for you? Another universe perhaps?
  • The ground shook under her step and the air vibrated with her presence as she walked, a figure of grace and power all at once
  • I don’t know Mother. Another galaxy, yes, I assumed
  • You assume a lot child. When you don’t know why don’t you just ask me?

 

A smile tugged at the corners of what Rita imagined were her lips. It was not really that she had a face but Rita could see in that river something that replicated an image of what she thought a human face would look like. Rita volunteered a smile back and Mother laughed so Rita laughed too, at first with a sense of guilt and then freely with the wildest of joys as the room heaved and shook with their laughter and the frames from the wall strew the grounds in fits.

 

  • I shall ask you next time Mother. Rita’s voice was between a hiccup and a snigger, the laughs still Shaking her uncontrollably
  • The journey within can be long but you know best what this place will be like because you will be one of the builders.
  • Me? One of which builders? How many are we? How much time do we have?
  • Oh Time, that silly notion I put in place a long time ago for us to measure the dilation of your playgrounds. I think you don’t need to worry about that anymore soon.
  • Are we going to a place of zero-point? Will we reach full stillness, no Time?

She laughed again and Rita laughed too though less heartily as she was keen on having Mother answer before she left.

 

  • What is zero-point? Do you still ask me really the question, child? Have I not left more impact on such matters with you before?
  • It is the point of implosion, when Time will disappear and our bodies will transform, right? It is the bridge between the playgrounds.

 

Mother was listening to Rita, a little twirl in her like every time Rita knew she was pleased with her response.

  • Do you know why you are changing playgrounds?
  • I think it is because we have outgrown this one. We don’t know what to do anymore here and most of us are getting bored, with some creating new games in the playground which are not to everyone’s liking or others playing the sae games that we are sick and tired of playing. Yet they don’t care much when we tell them to stop, that it is not a nice game anymore and that we are tired of it, that we want to play a nicer and more interesting game.
  • Yes, well that is the old way of the male energy. It only knows destruction and return to void, unlike what you hold and some of you have marginalised your female energy. It was not a thing of a day, it took many light travels of your Time to achieve that.
  • But why was the female energy marginalised? Why not leave us alone?
  • Do you still wonder why? It is because you are the ones who create and play the most. When you arrived here, each of you had chosen which side of the energy you would be on because full balance would take you out of the playground and those who chose the male energy lost their touch with the full creation energy because it is the female energy that stirs the void into creation. In your reality, the female energy still needs the male energy to create within physical density but it does not in the realm of dreams and art which are expressions of your eternal being.
  • But there are many male artists, not just female artists.
  • Yes, being male or female is not just a matter of external appearance. Those who thus create have not withdrawn completely from the female energy but preserved it within them. Some, though very predominantly in the male energy, thrive on the energy they draw from the females they attract around them to stir their internal voids into creation.
  • If all males know whether consciously or unconsciously that females are essential to the game, why do they suppress us so? Why not just play along with us?
  • Have you not realised child that things are changing? More males are waking up to and accepting the female energy as it returns to them.
  • But at the same time such horrors are committed against women in so many places around the world. Not just women but also children. All these wars that bring desolation to the hearts of everyone and mostly to those of women and children, so many of them abused and broken
  • Yes my child but that is soon a thing of the past. Who else, other than females is so close to creation and playing?
  • Oh yes, children of course!
  • Precisely my child, they do that because they don’t want to change playgrounds. They try to keep you in fear and in anger so that you will lose hope, love, laughter and therefore the possibility to continue creating the new playgrounds. They create a vicious circle by which you enslave yourself into this playground, forced to play with the bullies they have become and that way you would never have enough material to create another playground. By attempting to keep you in that vicious circle, they attempt to never leave this playground where they can rule like the tyrant children they have become but both father and I are tired. We have to shake all of you back into your senses and we can’t choose which ones to shake because you have all created a common playground. Your playground heaves, it is soaked in waters, it is seared by flames that all of you may finally understand that this playground is not for you anymore, that it is time to go to the new playgrounds.
  • Transform or die?
  • Not exactly my child. Understand when the game is over and move on to the new game, pick up the code and learn the new rules that you might not be taken aback but fear not, the rules are precisely those. Not to fear. Only to Love, freely, wholly and uncontrollably.
  • But what then of detachment? The wise ones speak of detachment and of not allowing oneself to get attached. How do you love wholly and uncontrollably and at the same time not get attached?
  • Well I have to say that the notion of detachment you are all playing with is not the one we had in mind when we originally set the rules of your playground. Your detachment has become a sense of nothingness, a dull grey of being while the detachment we had in mind was a shiny explosion of vibrant colours
  • How can one speak of detachment and explosion of colours. I don’t understand Mother…
  • It is simple really child. Detachment is that knowledge in you that everything you are playing with is merely a means for play and for learning something else that will help you in another playground. Nothing is for keeping forever because otherwise you would be playing all the time the same games with the same playthings. Have you not seen your children how they play with toys and then tire of them after a while and want something new to play with? Have you not noticed what they do if you force them to keep the same toys?
  • Yes, after a while they destroy them. Well actually I have noticed that it is more the boys who destroy the toys when they don’t want them anymore. The girls most of the time just go and sit by themselves or with each other if they have company, singing or playing with imaginary toys or friends.
  • Not just the girls, those boys with the female energy in them also do that.

A twinkle passes through what Rita feels are her eyes. Today she is not changing into a human-type form for Rita. She seems to be very taken by this whole matter of playgrounds and Rita’s misunderstanding of them. In fact she seems so taken that she has not even waited for Kayla or Kalen to accompany her but has come herself and right in the middle of the day.

  • So do you understand better detachment now?
  • I think I do Mother. Detachment is not caring less. In fact it is caring to the maximum point but knowing all the same that you will give away these means of playing and move to another level some day and if the means of play was not capable of transforming into a means for the next level into the next playground than we will never see those means again. We can continue to care for those means but we know that we will have to leave them and be in peace with the fact of leaving them.

 

She smiled and stars sparkled harder within her dark river. It shimmered in places again and Rita knew she was now extremely pleased with her. She slowly started materialising into a more human-type form and this always caused Rita such joy because she could actually look into Mother’s huge beautiful eyes full of power and compassion and be submerged by their infinity.

 

  • Mother, please tell me and don’t be angry with me. People speak of apocalypse, of the end of Times, of retribution and of the Day of Judgement. They say that God will decide who will go to Heaven and who will go to Hell based on our deeds and that we only have this Life, that we will need to redeem ourselves in it if we had committed sins.
  • Do you believe in Heaven and Hell, in God and in the Devil?
  • Well I believe that there is an energy of Love and an opposing energy of Fear and that perhaps we can call these God and the Devil if we think in our human terms.
  • Hmmmm…. Well, for the sake of argument in the sense that you like to use, let us say that there is a Devil, one with horns and hooves and with tattered wings from the Times that he was an angel before he was cast upon the Kingdoms of Hell as it goes by the teachings that were brought to you. People have given him such great powers maKing him akin to God alone though inferior in rank to him as the belief goes. What according to you would happen to the Devil on Judgement Day?

 

The question took Rita by surprise. She had never thought about that and was not sure anybody had actually thought about that. Yes, true, what would happen to the Devil on Judgement Day? Rita thought to herself.

  • Well I guess he would be punished like all the evil-doers and he would be…
  • Cast to Hell?

 

The irony in her voice was palpable as her human-type body now clearly shook with mirth. Rita was slowly getting the point of what she was trying to say. If on Judgement Day the Devil got cast to hell, he was merely being sent back to his own Kingdom where he would reign as a King again and no subject of that Kingdom would dare question the King. So in all likelihood on Judgement Day the Devil would actually be rewarded and with royal title, just like he was while moving all those wrong-doers to carry out their ill-advised deeds. But if it was so then why would he be rewarded while they would be banished to his Kingdom and tortured while he, the one behind all their misdeeds would be thriving in a Kingdom where he could do as he please while he was the true culprit really?

 

Mother was watching Rita closely and this latter could feel Mother’s watchful intent eyes upon her as her face betrayed her inner turmoil and confusion of thoughts. Rita gave up at last trying to reason internally and volunteered a partial response.

 

  • It would not be right I presume
  • Why not? Could he not be cast to hell and not be a King there?
  • Well there cannot be a Kingdom without a King. If there is one, then he is the Devil but the old Devil would be no more because we are normally on Judgement Day where only God would be ruling. If the Devil is no more, then he would be a mortal being judged for his misdeeds and if he were a mortal then he is not to blame really because it would be the Devil who would be the true culprit but that Devil was just put in place to be the King of the Kingdom and who could be put in that place on Judgement Day if there are no more real Devils and only mortals, The Old Devil and God with his angels. Would another angel be sacrificed to play the part of the New Devil? That would be a monstrous fate and would it really be Judgement Day if we had a New Devil in place? Would God have to take that part for himself? If he did would that not be twice the monstrosity? Would those of us who carried out the misdeeds have to condemn ourselves to be the Devil and would we have to cast ourselves into Hell and torture ourselves? Would we all be the King or would we take turns in being the Devil King? If we were the King, would we not be able to do as we please within our own Kingdom?

 

The more Rita thought about it, the less it made sense. Mother merely smiled at her knowingly. She came closer to Rita, lifting her chin and looKing her again straight in the Eye.

 

  • Yes, there cannot be a Kingdom without a King and where there is no King there can be no Kingdom. So on Judgement Day as most of you would have it, there would be no Judgement and no means of executing that Judgement. Do you understand now?
  • There will be no Judgement Day. Just the Day we are all together again with the Source of all things. Is that why there are these playgrounds, so that we may slowly act out different levels of the game of life?
  • Not exactly? Father and I wanted to test various scenarios but it was not just about life, it was about life and death and everything in between. It was about creation and the transformation of the energy. How it could come about, how it would evolve and what it would evolve into. It is now Time for other playgrounds. This one is saturated by the same playing and playthings and your nimble consciousness needs novelty, new fields, new experiences, new ways of expanding. Did we not tell you before? In fact we even left it within all your textbooks as there are not just playthings for children but also things to learn from within your textbooks. We told you that we created you in our image because you are miniature representations of us. You remember the talk about the archetypes you had with Kayla and Kalen, it is precisely that. Now it is time to have those archetypes evolve further into their purer forms and this entails leaving this playground to go to the next.
  • I rather liked it here. I will miss it.
  • That is why you have to learn to detach my darling child but never stop experiencing that flow of sensations, that burst of colours within your chest and behind your eyes because it is the fabric of your future playgrounds and you will need to keep weaving it because there will be nothing left here soon.

 

Rita looked around, soaking in the sun far behind the houses, moving slowly towards the higher point of skies and sighed. She did not want to tell it to Mother again but she would really miss this playground. It was so beautiful and Rita was having a hard time giving up the toys she had played with here. She still felt there was so much to learn here but Mother seemed to think that it was Time for her to move to the other playground. Rita sighed again. The sun was sparkling on the small puddle in the lawn left by the rain and it made her think of Mother again as it bore the remnants of the starlight that ran through her rivers.

 

Rita sighed again as she looked back to the blue skies stretching in the horizons, behind Mother’s frame. She had a fleeting thought for Martin but realised that like all the other means of play in this playground, she had to let him too go. He was still so bent on playing within this playground and his main playthings were void and destruction with only distorted waves of the Love. She knew without Mother or Kayla needing to tell her that a phase in the growth of her Heart was over and Martin belonged to that phase – at least for now. He was not ready to move into the new playgrounds and kept alternating between blabbering indistinctly about the love of some of his toys, yelling sorely at Mother and Father or throwing some of his old or new toys in rage with tears of anger and madness streaming down his darkened face.

 

Mother merely smiled at her when she looked back to her and she knew that Mother knew so she smiled back, a smile of relief and gratitude for her caring. All Mothers always know what goes on in their children’s mind. Sometimes they pretend not to know because they want their child to feel that it has its own secret garden but Rita understood in her Heart of Hearts that Mother knew as certainly as she herself had looked upon her children’s faces in times that troubled them and knew. She just knew.

 

 

 

Nattura – Bjork

Tell me a Story – 1927

Children of the Earth – Josh Garrels

I won’t let you go!

I won’t let you go!

22 November 2015

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Twice it hovered dark

Above my bluest skies’ rims

An attempt of Death

 

I looked within it

Prancing around full of glee

Fanciful patterns

 

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Death smiled ever pleased

With my witty play’s antics

Dark prepared for me

 

While I drunken danced

Much engaged with its shadows

In witty exchange

 

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Twice now eluded

Once a bleeding mess I slept

Stitched back into life

 

It breathed silent hurt

Sorrow its ache of soul’s reach

As it felt me go

 

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The clawing despair

Unwilling separation

I won’t let you go!

 

“Please come back to me!”

The sorrow muffling its voice

It said beseeching

 

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I smiled and moved on

Silently into waking

The table I left

 

Spreading from within

Once mine sole growing tissue

In fortnight halted

 

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Death screamed so shrilly

Even more than my soul’s blues

He wanted my flesh

 

In agony’s throngs

Renewed at my feet weeping

The fall of unfair

 

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I am holding on

You are mine for the keeping

I won’t let you go!

 

Freed by his dark clutch

I wandered into blue worlds

Spilt moonbeams in skies

 

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I filled underworlds

With the light of sunflowers

While he followed pale

 

My light piercing him

Hollow yearning for my skin

His darkness within

 

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I reached still further

Into swollen Eye of Time

Looked into God’s grace

 

Death followed me still

Into infinity’s realms

The shadow his face

 

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Footsteps in the dark

Brittle bride for the keeping

He told me weeping

 

Begging to be his

Beyond infinity’s grasp

I danced yet higher

 

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I looked into voids

Light exchanged sparkled glances

Within my bright eyes

 

Filled with mystery

Of unexpected chances

Of the depths of cries

 

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I flew, twirled curving

Escaping all dark matter

As it sucked endless

 

I looked back at Death

Told him soothing, don’t you fret

My darling lover

 

Asleep me

 

I will now give in

Quit living on borrowed Time

Break the endless loops

 

Remember the quote

Another chance you will get

Never twice alone

 

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All within without

You will have soon I promise

Teacher tell me now

 

As the light pushes

The other end of void pulls

I must find out how

 

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My eyelashes kissed

Death held on to me steadfast

Took me to his heart

 

Said heartbroken, mad

Spilt his tears on jagged end

I won’t let you go!

 

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Whisper of a Thrill – Meet Joe Black

Karma Marga – Loop Guru

Tears in the rain – Vangelis

The Third Chamber (Part 4) – Loop Guru

I won’t let you go – James Morrison

Hope – Loop Guru

 

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