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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Idols Of Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold marble pressed against sweating skin <br>The floor of my asylum is a rivulet of luxury <br>Decadent memories of a former life stir<br>Reminiscence within the hours of my awakening <br>I'm falling, failing to rise <br>Keeping open with a hope in faith my eyes, <br>Still I fall; still I am to be found <br>Carving circles in the ground <br>Crying out for a sanctuary in the sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are as insane puppets dancing, fuelled my the motion to live <br>Pulling our own strings when we wish and sometimes the strings of others. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit alone at a table round <br>Where are the knights of my fable? <br>Where is the romance that was promised to me by fairy tale philosophies? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some are coordinated by the will to live <br>Some by the fear they may die <br>Some by the notion to give <br>And some by a fabric of lies </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every man is born to die and in knowing this <br>Idols of Death beckon wisdom within a realm of eternal sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christ, Dionysus, Balder, Morrison, Joplin, Jones and Drake <br>All are Idols in death, deified as Achilles, as Drusilla, <br>Sister lover of the beast of men Caligula, <br>Luther, Ghandi, Lennon.<br>All are idols for the celebrity cult canon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even tyrants are mourned by those whose life’s they destroyed <br>Deep within the memory of sleeping falls a single tear <br>Even for those that induce fear within the heart of man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through poetry we become philosophers, we become lovers, therapists to unknown faces, <br>We are the makers of myths, continuing traditions forever growing <br>Shamanic dances, holding within our hearts the history of our kin, it is we who seek within <br>Ourselves to know all that can be known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The words have the power, the words exist before me <br>All I may do is re arrange them, bestowing rhythm and a passion for life. <br>We are as explorers of the vastest ocean known to man. <br>We are those seeking beyond a world of illusion, <br>We are those that see more than there is to see.<br>Through expression we live, love the greatest <br>And most common expression of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A relationship with the Muse, great goddess of unseen night, <br>She who trails the midnight sun and shines so greatly still. <br>Through poetry we learn to love the life we live, but not only <br>Throughout poetry, through expression, dance, singing, <br>To laugh to play to enjoy the day and to seek all that <br>Can not be measured. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Measure me my love, measure me my ecstasy.</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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The floor of my asylum is a rivulet of luxury 
Decadent memories of a former life stir
Reminiscence within the hours of my awakening 
I'm falling, failing to rise 
Keeping open with a hope in faith my eye..."></div>
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