Guest guest Posted December 5, 2008 Report Share Posted December 5, 2008 far far from home… Passing through these gates of perception with my crystal-clear mind I am a tuning fork in the vibration of One my poet-tongue can no longer utter words that fall upon fallow ground where are the deafened ears unwilling to bear the light? who is judged with the ungodly truth? who shall remain the tyrant? speak …to wrest the warm silent spaces, rhythmic ribbons from The Lover's sweetest throes? I am a malcontent there are no liars there are no fear mongers the dividers, missions all undone, no longer abide here I am a mystic rose to be held in my Lover's hands I open with your most tender touch and blossom with the scent of heaven, we are not strangers here ~A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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