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| HOLD FAST TO DREAMS FOR IF DREAMS DIE, LIFE IS A BROKEN WINGED BIRD THAT CANNOT FLY HOLD FAST TO DREAMS FOR WHEN DREAMS GO LIFE IS A BARREN FIELD FROZEN WITH SNOW -LANGSTON HUGHES |
| IT IS BEAUTY THAT CAN BE BLINDING. IT IS BEAUTY THAT CAN BE LURING. IT IS BEAUTY THAT IS MOTIVATING . YES IT IS IT THAT CAN BE AN ILLUSION IT CAN BE NOTHING MORE THAN WHAT THE EYE CAN SEE, IT IS EVIL AND YET IT IS WODERFUL WHEN IT IS HIDDEN, WHEN IT MUST BE SOUGHT AND FOUND IT BECOMES... LURKING BEHIND THE EVIL ONE CAN FIND WHAT CAN NOT BE SEEN WHAT CAN NOT BE TOUCHED WHAT CANNOT BE HELD. WHAT CAN BE FELT AND NOT HEARD DRAGON! HOW IT CREEPS, HOW IT BECOMES NOTHING MORE THAN A MIRAGE ALONE IT WILL LEAVE YOU WITH BEAUTY IT BECOMES YOU |
| SUDDENLY I FOUND MYSELF IN PITCH BLACK MY PREVIOUS WHEREABOUTS WERE UNCERTAIN HAVING LOST THE FEELING OF MY FEET, I FELT A STINGING SENSATION ON MY BACK OUT, A PAIR OF BRONZE WINGS EMMERGED. UP HIGH IS WHERE I SEARCHED , ONLY TO MY DISSAPOINTMENT-- PITCH BLACK THERE. HERE. EVERYWHERE... JUST PITCHBLACK. AS I CONTNUED FLYING TO AND FRO, MY ATTENTIONED LANDED ON A GROTESQUE SCENE I NEVER DID SEE TOO DARK TO SEE A FACE. THERE SHE WAS, POOR THING. ABOUT HER NECK A THREAD OF GOLD HELD BY A PURPLE ANGEL HANDS GLUED BEHIND HER BACK DISCOURAGING HER ESCAPE A TATTERED ROBE CLUNG TO HER BODY , HER WOMB...NOTHING MORE THAN AN EMPTY GLOWING HOLE HER ANKLES TIED WITH A SILVER THREAD HELD BY A GREEN ANGEL OH HOW THEY STRUGGLED TO PULL- ONE TO THE LEFT, THE OTHER TO THE RIGHT I LOOKED DOWN TO SEE WHAT CHALLENGED THEM...I SHUT MY EYES IN HORROR. THERE CLAMPED TO HER ANKLES WAS HER HEAD. FACE WAS DIRTY AND COVERED IN SIN AND THERE SHE CRIED WEPT TEARS OF BLOOD |
| oh the poor little thing: wings of tin, hair of straw, shirt full of holes pants had no knees. oh the poor little thing it tried to get out, really it did from its shakles and chains. oh the poor little thing, how it struggled to be free. but all along the keys had been in his hands and I wonder, something else was holding him prisoner... |
| YOU BIT MY TONGUE, WHEN ALL I WANTED WAS A KISS. YOU BURNED MY EYES, WHEN ALL I WANTED WAS TO LOOK. YOU ATE MY TONGUE AND DRANK MY TEARS. AND STILL, YOU LEFT MY HEART ALONE MY SOUL, YOU CHAINED MY BODY, YOU FUCKED AND STILL, YOU LEFT MY HEART ALONE. YOU PREVENTED ME FROM SPEAKING THE TRUTH, FROM SEEING REALITY, FROM KEEPING HOPE, AND LETTING GO. AND STILL, YOU LEFT MY HEART ALONE YOU CHANTED: I WILL NEVER STAND AGAIN. BUT YOU SPARED MY HEART, AND IF THIS IS HOW YOU "LOVE" ME, THEN I WILL LOVE YOU MORE. |