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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A City of Thieves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within a city of thieves<br>There lies a treasure unknown.<br>Upon an autumnal breeze<br>The birds of prey have flown.<br>Upon the bridge across the river<br>Lay a man buck toothed – insane<br>Upon the bridge across the river<br>Lay a girl of mirrored shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both conceal a secret<br>To both the secret is concealed<br>All that lay between them<br>A pale shade of realities veil.<br>Our vagabond is weary<br>He seeks room within the inn<br>He’s begging for a saviour<br>He’s begging for some skins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To chase the rainbow dragon<br>It’s all he’s ever known<br>Within his heart the future shines<br>As he sits upon his throne.<br>Majestic in his manner<br>He is the Emperor it seems<br>Yet his rule is his kingdoms hammer<br>And it hath shattered fragile dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Empress sat beside him<br>Laughs at the folly of fools<br>She awaits the kiss of morning<br>To send the children out to school.<br>Versed in Homeric hymn they sing<br>Bringing love of the muse upon the wing<br>Ringing bells as Le Fey ride on in<br>Procession with the Queen of Twilight Realms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All is lost within their hearts<br>Though inherent gold is clear to see<br>Blessed are the memories of <br>Those that made us free.<br>Those who died for love of family<br>Those who died for love of friends<br>Those who died without a memory<br>Those who died without an end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Each thief reminds the other<br>Of his love for kindred blood, <br>Each loves and hates his brother, <br>Each knows that he could<br>Kill without arrangements, <br>He could kill without a care<br>He could kill for lack of faith<br>He could kill for faith is there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In passion he may ravage<br>In passion he may rule.<br>Will he await the kiss of morning<br>To know the beast of midnights duel? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will the question be un answered<br>Or forever lay unasked<br>Will the answer be remembered<br>Will our caring ever last? <br>Are we not those past and future souls<br>That make us one in union whole<br>Are we not those ever singing birds? <br>Are we not those who wish to be heard? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sing, sing for the day realm<br>Sing, sing for the night realm<br>And know the kiss of our twilight queen<br>Know the kiss of living dreams<br>And through nightmares shall you stride<br>Un ashamed, beyond the bridge<br>Unafraid to walk and never thinking to hide, <br>Thus is our potential to stand beyond the<br>City gates and to know the beauty of our land<br>But to understand that we must suffer at the hands<br>Of those that would cloud our judgement if we are<br>Ever to strangle obscurity and hold in sweet caress<br>The most clear of truths complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must stride throughout the mountain range<br>We must swim the ocean sky<br>We must know friends as never strangers<br>We must know to never sigh<br>Unless in acceptance of our nature<br>And of our natures creation grand<br>We must know to question always<br>In an attempt to understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We may at times learn more from thieves<br>Than we can from saints and mothers<br>Just as upon the summer breeze<br>The future may be muttered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Guttered fools fed upon the bread they find<br>May be no less blind than the highest priesthood<br>For life in its forms holds its own storms true<br>For each of us unique. Fear not the raindrop, <br>Fear not the hail, praise to the mountain top, <br>Praise to those that sail the ocean sky and<br>Never sigh upon there failings. Fear not the storm<br>Upon the horizon but embrace the calm you feel<br>For it may no longer be known to you as real<br>After eternity within the vortex unwinding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unique in destiny are we, each path known<br>Only to the fates, never early, never late<br>Do we walk the path of our own choosing.<br>Snowflake, hailstone, raindrop, each unique, <br>Each have destiny untold, each are a tale unfolding<br>Into Our Mothers spirit, feeding her, pleasing her<br>When we are not raping and abusing her but<br>Blessing her with libations and requesting her<br>Acceptance. Within this city of ours, within this<br>City where the hours are days, where the years<br>Are millennia upon the soul, each one of us is<br>As whole as we could ever wish to be.<br>Each has the ability to see all that they could wish to see<br>For to leave is to run but to return is to live<br>For to leave is to turn from the sun and all the love we could give<br>To those souls upon the bridge across the river shallow, <br>Pale veils of realities illusion bind them still in watertight bondage, <br>As if their spirits had been hogtied in some delusion of self degradation<br>For each are as radiant as the spirit of nature divine.<br>Each are as sublime as they are in and out of time.<br>Within the city walls I feel at one with all<br>With the filth that soaks the streets<br>With rag skinned harlots calling out to me<br>Here I feel free in knowing I can leave<br>But upon the breeze I hear a call to my spirit to stay<br>For these days are the days in which thieves delight<br>Beyond a want for wrong or right<br>Each from the other may take<br>But in unison they partake and love binds them, <br>Though they may be blind to its power upon them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such honesty in their eyes for each would admit<br>To you the profession they choose, <br>Assassins, Merchants, Dealers parade these streets<br>Yet in every face you meet shall you be greeted by<br>A glint in the eye that welcomes you to heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The country folk beyond the limits of the city walls<br>Hold no interest nor pity for those souls bound upon the bridge<br>For they know nothing of their suffering but of the beauty<br>That is there’s, for the country beyond the core is fruitful<br>And in merry hamlets across the globe may any man<br>Live in ignorance of the suffering of his sibling spirits.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the city we are confronted by that which we could so easily ignored, <br>And of course many choose to do exactly that, yet those that see are strengthened<br>And to embrace nature we may run but embrace ourselves we must always return<br>At times back to the hub of our awakening, for it is when people meet that history<br>Is made. Who knows what corners to avoid, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauty cannot be thus if it does not awake the demon dormant within us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cutthroat mentalities hold no prejudice upon nationality<br>For any soul may be target of those without regret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the centre of the city there is a marketplace<br>Here there stands an elder of the city, <br>A silver beard wisps its way towards the ground<br>And behind a mask of ancient truth stare<br>Eyes of wisdom beyond the capabilities of man.<br>He watches over the proceedings, watches men<br>In their greed claim to know what they need <br>When it is no more than a material illusion they pursue.<br>Throughout the rush of the place, he perceives faith in the<br>Workings of the Fate and their tiding and he consoles<br>Himself that no man alive may hide from the thread cut short.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death awaits each of us as a destiny foreseen.<br>Death awaits each of us as a celestial screen<br>Death awaits each of us as a blanket sleep<br>Death awaits each of us as an ocean deep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we may swim within its waters<br>And we may adorn our words with morbid themes<br>And we may know death as our lover<br>As we may know death in our dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within a city of thieves<br>A lustful honesty breathes<br>To be by destiny relieved<br>Upon frozen fallen leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would you breathe for death? <br>Would you die for breath?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a><div class=q>
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There lies a treasure unknown.
Upon an autumnal breeze
The birds of prey have flown.
Upon the bridge across the river
Lay a man buck toothed – insane
Upon the bridge across the river
Lay a girl of mirrored shame.

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