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Come, take my hand, I’ll lead the way
Through darkest night, through grayest day
We’ll face all pain and all your fear
Through barricades, the last frontier
Until steep hills and walls decay
Should sunless roads lead us astray
Or smothered thoughts your smile betray
We’ll make it through, we’ll dry your tear
Come, take my hand
A remnant smile each time you weigh
How long this lasts, how long its stay
Your breath is deep; your eyes are clear
Your time has come; the end is near
Come, take my hand
Through darkest night, through grayest day
We’ll face all pain and all your fear
Through barricades, the last frontier
Until steep hills and walls decay
Should sunless roads lead us astray
Or smothered thoughts your smile betray
We’ll make it through, we’ll dry your tear
Come, take my hand
A remnant smile each time you weigh
How long this lasts, how long its stay
Your breath is deep; your eyes are clear
Your time has come; the end is near
Come, take my hand
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Mind mine
For god’s sake, don’t say what you’re thinking.
49ers panning for gold a few decades too late
A few centuries, a few failures, a few serpents
In the garden: cart up your nuggets of wisdom
And the surveyor scoffs at a barrow of mud.
And maybe it’s good exercise but the mystics
Call it what it is: smut and unrighteousness
On my mind all day long.
Virtue is named in the negative.
Neti, neti. Not this.
Not me, not us, not this life in the dust.
Definition through evasion:
Run the numbers and call it hope.
After all, more dirt in my bucket
Means more gold to strike tomorrow.
Speculate. Dance around it,
Cover the ark of
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Please Say I Am
Please Say I Am
Sheltered.
Nurtured.
Curious and young.
Following, perhaps even stalking.
Stumbling with thoughts that won’t leave my lips.
My eyes see.
Your eyes can’t or won’t.
I don’t know.
When I spy on you,
My heart feels something.
It feels like hot sunshine
Burning yellow bubbles that burst and burn.
That is good, right?
Then sitting in my darkness,
I whisper your name.
I hope you hear me.
When will you escape your madness?
Will you ever know?
Am I meant to be your girl?
Please say I am…
Please.
Literature
Things
things never have the permanence we wish upon them,
in our minds and hearts we hold onto them
so much that we ignore
when they're breaking apart
directly in front of us.
we gather the shards and put the pieces together
of a fleeting memory,
of what we wished was there.
we fill the holes with scotch-tape emotions and
mental images we can't quite place.
we paint the prettiest god forsaken picture we can imagine
over something cracking and pulling apart more quickly than we can perceive.
All because of an ill-said "I love you",
or a smile
buried deep
in our memories.
when in reality,
those things left you long ago
on some night you spen
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I thing that it is describtion of a very good frien...maybe angel figure as for in the end...
But most of all I think this -especially first part- talk about everybody's desire to have that platform of trust and stability in connection ,that stay strong and untouched by bitrail or any other difficulties suroundind the situation like " Through darkest night, through grayest day " -(my favorite line)
But most of all I think this -especially first part- talk about everybody's desire to have that platform of trust and stability in connection ,that stay strong and untouched by bitrail or any other difficulties suroundind the situation like " Through darkest night, through grayest day " -(my favorite line)