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http://oxy-dreameon-ashes.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-which-is-detached.html I suppose it was time. Haven't been here much at all... Everything goes back to the old, I suppose. It's been a while. And although I wrote that a long time ago...I am still a remnant.

Let The Gods Sing

It seems like forever

O daughter of the moon

Since thine own desire

To peer out of the sky

To fix the ticking clock

We must tear time asunder

And lo! There thou art

Confined and yet unbound

The wind stays its course

Like a sailor's best ally

Searching for Minotaurs

A blood drop from the eye

A thousand millennia

To behold in union

And even, O divine

In silent overture

As the silver light steeples

In mirthful crescendo again

And the fulfilling embrace

I yearned for is given unto

And then we sit in triumph

The glory of years forlorn

The world in singularity

Watches the event horizon

Of Seekers And Finders

"The sky is dressed in ethereal shades

Of a pen's ink gently sprinkled over

Rays of light, almost fragile to touch

Caress the embers and clinch tightly"

Weakly pulverous and trudging along

Hair swept back by the maelstrom

A faint glow of lightning emanating

Daylight overpowered and overawed

The reins of transparent chaos around

And the ruins of maligned serenity

In the hands of one who is balanced

To see them intertwined together

Parting the anvil with a strike so sound

That the cosmos is torn asunder

Chaos and serenity forged as one

Fathomless in its basic nature

Brightly radiant and riding swiftly

Imbibed with the unified duality

The aura of control spreads around

Light conforming to wholeness

Reason Finds A Hole...

In shadows of her broken mind, like twists and turns, uneasy lines. looping circles, never cease to form, the holes of fate, invited storms. And she tries to change the paths foretold, to bend a future she cast in stone. And in crumbles and dirt it formed she finds, a sealed mouth, and a blinded mind. Who is it who made the world turn round? Made justice her love and left it unbound, and then when she faltered and chose to betray, had it coming asking for her price to pay. Is it mere complaints, and only practice being preach, is it truth held at gunpoint with lies to teach, will it matter if questions were answered or not, if digesting devoid reason aint a battle unfought? And the poison spun round in the brim of her lungs, Freedom, exploded in the air, suffocated and hung. She couldn't free her convictions, she couldnt bear to hold, to never meet the reaper, and sell her soul. The rain poured down her sullen cheeks, faith's fire dwindled and hope shined bleak. The grounds turned to mould, the rain held its child, she was dragged undisturbed, leaving footprints behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha

Daisies

Heylo to you all. So... What's up with the picture? =P -Not that I mind. Just curious. While I'm at it. What are you guys? Whatcha been up to? Updates updates. (Yes this is my excuse for not writing.) Just a random thought. Don't you hate it when you are just doing something then think of an amazing line with the perfect word in the sentence... And then when you go to remember it later. You've totally forgotten the *perfect* word. Ugh,

Writer's Block

Opportunities galore In a blank piece of paper, But tall tales are short Impressed on skyline. Ironic to take it ironic Turnabout is fair play, Book of passing dreams Stargazes a retrofuture. Of shepherd, of nymph, And other mismatches In flip side couplings Fancy befriended me. As water pals up earth Smear us with clay, In plastic of plastic art Opportunities galore. -Fareed