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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blanket Syd - The World Anew</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All I seek is a lust beyond the want for climax, <br>I seek a beauty with which to trust my soul; <br>A beauty to make me whole in knowing<br>We flow as one in the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside placid beasts lay tamed<br>As angels outside play games un-named.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gabrielle opens up her eyes to you, turning her head ornamental, <br>Beseeching to minds lost in wonderment oriental philosophies on which to ponder.<br>She holds within her form the innocence of the lamb still she retains a knowledge of the flesh.<br>She feeds the imagination with promises of sexual gratification fresh as golden fabrics flow in swallowing her form. Her head turns upon a spine cast within the kiln as Blanket Syd distorts the visions of the helmsman holding fantasy captive within the bounds of reality.<br>She stands domineering in her stance. Daring you to dance for her – she’s daring you to throw inhibition from upon your shoulders - She’s daring you to know Love as your lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red skin gum sticks the joint your holding stiff with your thumb.<br>Roll. Succumb to the numbing of the senses as the imagination leaps<br>In bounding, the imagination lay forever lost in searching – attempting to find that which was never there to be found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bend the words upon a whim<br>Skim the surface, don’t break the skin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remember, I remember the first time I saw myself from the past<br>A beard full in flowing clung to my cheeks, my knees forever weak within an age of longing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stroke the beast that keeps you calm<br>So soft to touch upon the palm of your hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost is ever generation, lost beyond a care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How old these souls must be now in reflecting upon the time they spent trashed<br>Crashed out with Joplin’s tones upon the airwaves, screaming the blues to a tune<br>Of orchestral happiness – Still the blues shine through forever bound within the tragedy<br>Of a flower born aloft upon the wind. For every song she sung a thousand generations will cry<br>Awaiting her kind to be born again – The myths are made once your dues are paid then poets will sing your laments.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How culture must resent the descent of youths talent deflowered. <br>The music’s over yet still she holds strong the crowd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I think of all the souls I’ve known I know I loved them all.<br>Never half but always whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say kissing builds up the muscles in your mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keep on feeding each other, if your too tired to chew pass it on<br>Next comes some poor fool lost without his cane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oracle serves well the mind of the acid soaked mariner<br>Lost upon surface of disillusionment – the depths of the abyss they beckon<br>Calling for confrontation – Push away the daemon for a while</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost in his manor, seeking solace in the arms of a strange unknowing caress<br>You can hear them calling upon the edge of sleep, keeping dry sanity from the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rise from the floor your throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One ear feels thick to the finger<br>Almost stuffed the other cold<br>As I shuffle ever knowing each second I am older<br>Yet time dissolves as we feel Our mother revolve<br>Turning, spurring on creation anew – Creation through destruction breathes<br>As nutrients are embraced by the soil of the earth as a given gift from Autumns trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know now that meditation is to be found within the realms of masturbation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel sound within myself yet can seem to lift no idea of construct sane from upon the shelf.<br>Still Gabrielle sings, whispering soft melodies through the winding corridors of trees.<br>She offers out her hand to me, promising freedom - She promised I would see the World Tree. <br>She sings soft as an angels charm, claiming that she hath known no death in life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In you I perceive a beauty of wonderment<br>Into you I wish I could flow alike a river<br>Swollen with freshly thawed waters<br>Dripping to sip she’s sipping from the drip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three hours since my soul supped maddened bliss, <br>I wonder is this night to be mine alone.<br>For frozen, inescapable horrors lay slumbering upon the<br>Verge of perversions fantastic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gabrielle stirs my soul once more<br>Opening up the doorways of my heart<br>Parting the tides below which I have been hiding.<br>Magick resides within, empowered words vibrate from upon the paper<br>Surging through the eyes of the observer.<br>All we need is to know there is another who understands us<br>All we need is to know there is another who will love us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I perceive a beauty untarnished<br>A beauty; raw and unpolluted<br>Nature at peace within the most harmonious of forms<br>Still her proportions differ from the norm whilst riding <br>The waves of storm clouds over head a-gathering<br>She herds the clouds with the palm of her hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s asking you to sing<br>So that you may know<br>What Love it is she brings<br>Beneath a blanket snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love could never know the love I have for Love<br>War could never know the war I would wage on War.<br>Hate could never know the hatred I feel for Hate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Patience beside her virtues waits shaking her head<br>By the cemetery gates – awaiting us to turn –<br>Knowing we shall one day learn to take within our stride<br>The undertakings of the Time’s tides ever crashing –<br>Ever weathering the pride we take in our forms<br>She awaits for us to know her shelter from the storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside the winds await in bated breathe<br>Un able as they are to rest upon the edge of space<br>‘Nothing proves a greater obstacle than first thought possible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the corner of your eye images flicker<br>Portraits turn as canvas eyeballs tumble in their sockets.<br>Lips of plastic are waxing.<br>Feeling inferior can lead us nowhere<br>But the interior of an asylum you would <br>Not seek as your sanctuary.<br>An asylum where they would have you sane<br>Rather than speaking with the spirits of the Dell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They play, bubbling upon the edge of the imagination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are we not painting in sounds the portrait of an generation<br>Lost to the comfort of islands in the sky? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You’ve seen them laugh, you’ve heard them cry<br>Now you know what it is to wonder why.<br>Why it is we may feel out of proportion with our surroundings<br>Believing through distortion that we are grounded as <br>The patterns of surrounding tapestries merge as fuel of<br>The imaginations wanderings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one sees it but I see in her eyes the signs of a soul fully wasted<br>A which forbidden fruits hath tasted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speak truth beyond truth if you think you can find the words, <br>All it is not to go unheard, <br>All it is to deny the movement of the herd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Appreciate the gratitude you find in servitude <br>Towards the honour of a higher cause.<br>Pause; consider all it is that fuels<br>Your attitude upon this journey of ours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pass away the days, pass away the hours.<br>For they are ours to pass away. <br>Make Love throughout the day<br>And Hold true the blues you feel<br>If they are all you consider as real<br>But know that you may peel away the <br>Veils of this reality we hath inherited<br>And you will see the world anew.</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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I seek a beauty with which to trust my soul; 
A beauty to make me whole in knowing
We flow as one in the same.

Inside placid beasts lay tamed
As angels outside play games un-named.

Gabrielle open..."></div>
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