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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365500" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Soaked in Serotonin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clouds of thunder erupt above the serenity of my dwelling place, <br>The sky though grey retains its magnificence. The downpour swells.<br>The streets run acid drips of erosion down their gutters as the <br>Blackbird flutters its wings in hope of returning hope before being soaked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know that beyond the grey lay the last rays of Apollo’s glory, <br>His return is promised by the knowledge of all that has gone before us<br>Yet we are no more guaranteed that the sun will rise tomorrow<br>As we are guaranteed of a life everlasting beyond the need of redemption.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The God Child dwells within us all and it is towards our potential that<br>We our called by our aspirations; they whisper throughout the night, <br>Those Muses of delight that take us upon our flights of fancy, leaving us<br>At times deranged yet forever they’ll know and they’ll tell you that beauty<br>Is the flowers show. Still the rain continues to fall. With each beat upon<br>The pavement, with each ripple they call, feeding inspiration towards the <br>Heart of the poets All. Beyond the summer, beyond the fall Death promises<br>Life anew, beyond the blue, beyond the grey lay a crimson sky in dismay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Red Sun wavered upon the horizon as fueled by ecstasy he danced<br>Chancing circles in and out of time with the rhythm of his heartbeat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky melts so close to merging with the boundary of my vision, <br>Blackbirds sink into the green yet still I hear them filling the forest <br>With the songs of their undressing. What a blessing it is to be here, <br>Born into this form, born beyond the storm of a world at war and waiting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He danced and dances still, upon the hill, seeking his thrills in pleasure pills.<br>The hours passed alike seconds, as the mind of the wanderer soaked in serotonin<br>Sought the forest as his home, crying out to the Gods of the woodland to keep<br>Him calm throughout the dissolution of his inhibition, yet listen they did not<br>As the Emerald Queen took him by the hand, speaking of a love of spring and the land<br>She stood, domineering in her beauty grand, and there still she stands holding <br>Cold the stone statuette of a dying virgin poets heart. For dance did he in circles<br>With her grace, dance did he till he lost his faith in the significance of existence, <br>Then slipping silently into twilight procession he understood his obsession with<br>Transcendence yet it was too late for him, the Fates had decreed and he was turned<br>To stone though the Emerald Queen with her pleas did all she could to try<br>And halt the Guardians of the woodland in their conduction of law surreal.<br>He had known too much in the touch of her palm, he had found calm<br>Beyond the need of a love of the All, he had fallen in Love with our immortal<br>Maiden Green and now he contemplates within a dream existence whether or <br>Not he would dance with her again or whether he would refrain from the pain<br>Of loosing all upon the Earth he choose to Love, was the truth of a dream within<br>The skies above enough to balance the Love of his family and friends?</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 sky though grey retains its magnificence. The downpour swells.
The streets run acid drips of erosion down their gutters as the 
Blackbird flutters its wings in hope of returning..."></div>
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