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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hair grown wild in honour of the goddess</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sick to the stomach of laughing always crashing on the verge, <br>Always one step away from perversion awaiting the surge.<br>I don't care anymore, don’t know what I want anymore, <br>Why don't you just close the door? Maybe it'll be easier on us both.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe when you open it they'll be a new light shining brighter<br>Than this dim lit lampshade you find before you now, <br>With the fabric round his chest growing tighter day by day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girls names stick but faces the blur, all upon the stir of memories tidings<br>Of festivities hiding beyond the veil of stars that blanket our crowns.<br>What cruel a hand of fate to land me in this place, <br>Leave me here my momentum stricken with the fatigue of loves great race run<br>Lost with so little grace one would laugh at ease at the runner as he comes in last again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smile it not worth frowning for, you've no need to explain yourself, your state of mind.<br>It's hard to find what we're all looking for, many stumble upon the path, <br>Many never find the time to laugh at those running when they claim it's for fun, <br>Deeper, leaking into the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finally you've found your ground, <br>Found the sense in your lips to mimic the sounds of the birds in the trees, <br>The howling of the wind, the hum of the bumble bee of birds in spring.<br>Finally the river listens to our pleas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows where we go from here, To the mountain? <br>To dance, sing by the nightshades, <br>Awaiting upon the crossroads for our circle to complete itself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So many years on and we're still hiding in the shadows, all for what, for them to call it madness to lay in the meadow, <br>For you to enjoy yourself<br>To revel in the mysteries of life and death, to allow curiosity a fresh breath of creativity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	Hair grown wild in honour of the goddess, <br>	Her estranged beauty in face of dangers untold<br>	Cares thrown to the corner, to lie tangled in a mess<br>	Alongside the tapestries of change we are yet to unfold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is she now, guarding the watchtower? <br>Awaiting the cycle to turn, the autumn leaves<br>To burn slow beneath the last rays of a dying sun.<br> <br>If only she could see me now, trembling, cowering<br>Only to smile claim I'll stay forever young. <br>When we know, we both know, all know<br>That each young loves die old, left to grow cold to gather winter frost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At what cost shall we declare our love is lost? <br>How can I spare a heart thrice crossed? <br>By forgetting her, erasing the memory? <br>Casting down unto the fire the etchings of my aching desire, <br>To throw from the galleries of my mind the only thing that keeps me sane, <br>Only for the act itself to find it's roots in disillusioned clarity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall keep her memory warm beyond my eyelids, beyond the wall of sleep, <br>The etchings I've made, upon my soul, there mine to keep and deep down, below the recess, <br>far into the abyss shall always shine a remembrance of her bindings of an asylum within euphoria, bliss.</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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Always one step away from perversion awaiting the surge.
I don't care anymore, don’t know what I want anymore, 
Why don't you just close the door? Maybe it'll be easier on us both.

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