Amor Tristi

His love and hate are nearly the same.
Her love and lust are always mixed up.
Something that they love to see.
A generational tragedy.

Hear them now they gnash their teeth;
Waiting for the first misspeak.
Preying on the mass confusion,
Addicted to their choice illusions.

Saving face with frame of mind.
Memorizing cryptic lines.
Hypnotized but far from blind.
Separated from the sheep,
Though not looking over thee.
Gazing up at codes above
Acting as a duplex node.

Sometimes No one, sometimes All.
Sure as empires will fall,
With the rise of changing tides
Stay awake and keep alive.
May you rest and may you wake.
Consider all your spirits saved.

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Patior Passionem

Essence mined of endless dreams

Polished into abstract scenes.

Brought to life in A through G,

Sharp o wit did give a squeak

only such yet not a squeal.

Eager for what time did yield.

Needing not a premise known.

Absorbed in tones where scenes revealed,

Poor intent of past instruction.

Shattered truths they must conceal,

Holding back the future’s prize.

Waiting still for our trust to heal.

Abundance of idea hints hope

Myriad Patterns left with ropes.

Dropped to us we know not Why.

Something wouldn’t let us die.

Someone wanted us alive.

For reasons we may not surmise.

Once was he a lowly wretch.

Shunned and sticking close to death.

More than once these depths were waded.

Many times hath stood persuaded

By no one but our other selves.

toward pursuit flying serpents

Despite us knowing all to well

The only word for this was fail.

Sadly still we kept on trying

Desperately to catch their tail.

Til one day we’d had enough.

Left the lives we thought we loved.

For hidden paths to higher ones.

Took so long to understand.

Where our feet and minds should land.

Endlessly we searched and scanned.

Weaving plans for to escape.

Finally they’d taken shape.

We lead ourselves back through the gates.

The lost had thus become the found.

This costed not, we earned our ground.

Learning now to paint with sounds.

Yearning travel, wayward bound.

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Thank you all, that’s it for now.

Glad to see your still around.

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