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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365538" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Journey Purple</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Diabolic renditions render in submission<br>The audience captive in trance, <br>Too scared to dance still they're chancing <br>On the re birth of a revolution dying on its feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're loosing a race lost in pace so many years <br>Ago now no one can remember the faith<br>They held so dear to there hearts, <br>Here I am one in the same, broken in parts.<br> <br>Numbered, Bummed, the dregs of the slum<br>Still I know with two suns shining I'll never find my peace<br>Shrinking in the shadows, blinking at the sight of revelations fading.<br>I find myself wading aimless through the dirt, <br>Lost in the elder forest pixy led I'm lost one in the same, shirtless<br>Flirting with the conception of a concept, here I am learning to respect<br>The forest universal, a forest universally challenged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is it I'm looking for scratching<br>At the surface of a lake frozen in the frost? <br>Empires rise as empires fall they say, <br>Two suns keep the day eternal turning.<br>The moon shaken from her routine lights the fires of discontent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watching them burn she perceives<br>The germ upon the surface crawling.<br>Pawing at the dirt the shirtless<br>Sink into reflections of the moon<br>As drunken cherubim wallow in the lagoon, <br>Swallowing over and over, the seed of the sun, <br>Apollo’s seed, his promise of life a new, beyond the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the need to breed, <br>The want for lust in which <br>We trust feeds upon their forms<br>Angelic in proportion, <br>Inspired perfection <br>Inspiring distractions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep within the mountain lie a race ancient in the knowing<br>A hundred thousand years they have worked the knowledge of nurture<br>To an art, to the most esteemed of magicks, their they lie in splendor<br>Fending off the daemons that haunt them through the looking glass, <br>Possessed souls did no where to go but home, to rest an hour or two to pass.<br>To laugh away the time as though it was yours or mine seems the greatest gift of all, <br>The darkness to which we fall in repression is nothing but a call upon depression.<br>Leading to the suppression of instinct, of an devotion to emotion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flick the purple journey, Lick the skin unseen<br>Wrap the skin to tightness in honor of the Queen.<br>Queen of hearts, Queen of tarts which I you my friend<br>Which will it be in the end? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here he comes out of the blue a child of Druid statures, <br>Bare from the wilderness, what is it he stammers? <br>Muttered curses? Uttered prayers? <br>Hammering the ground with entwined reeds<br>What God is it he feeds with his sacrifice? <br>What ritual but chaos is performed night beyond night? <br>Why is it that it should be labeled wrong or right? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That he should dance in dedication, <br>That he should chance on faith before Medication<br>Is it not proof of existence within the soul of the believer? <br>Is any God anything but a receiver of prayers, of libations? <br>What are they without those who believe, are they there? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing but stills for times archives<br>Yet here they are alive<br>Growing in strength<br>As Mars once more proclaims his<br>Throne as the God of War<br>Venus waits upon the sidelines<br>Feeding in bloodlust a frenzy of souls.<br>Dance the circle whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To fight the good fight<br>In the name of the light<br>The light that guides<br>That protects from the source<br>The light that burns<br>Force beyond Forces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mirrored<br>Withered<br>Gathered <br>Clouds<br>Withered<br>Mirrored<br>Dirty<br>Cr owds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are they going? <br>Why is it they run so fast? <br>Should I join them? <br>Is their race one I may last? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows? <br>Who cares? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe I was never there<br>Maybe it was all an illusion.<br>Maybe it was your ghost<br>Rubbing fingers through my hair.</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 audience captive in trance, 
Too scared to dance still they're chancing 
On the re birth of a revolution dying on its feet.

They're loosing a race lost in pace so many years 
Ago now no one can remembe..."></div>
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