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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Strangest Girl I've Ever Known</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heretical hierarchies decompose in slow plastic tides.<br>An ode is sung, wild eyed for those too scared to run, <br>A lament for those that tried to ply open the chest’s secret encoded, <br>And still we are relying on the illusion that our guns are loaded, <br>That we’re ready to explode at anytime in floods of woeful fears, <br>Streaming tears in cascades, breaking barriers, overrunning barricades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I spy dreamers washed up upon the shore, lost in isolation when they are<br>Surrounded by a thousand likewise ungrounded souls. Crying for a saviour.<br>The doorways are now broken that would have opened had a little<br>Patience been applied, had we relied on more than instinct to guide us through the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the twilight, beyond our mother’s delight lies the truth so far out of sight that we require proof of our existence before we empower ourselves with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some sickly rose of pale blue shades clasped upon my palm, <br>Gone are the days of failing you she said, <br>Leaving me in a jaded calm of slumbering silence.<br> What defence could I offer? <br>The gifts of love that I made to gain her favour? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It seems as though there’s nothing left to say <br>As I find myself day by day scratching around upon the ground, <br>Seeking the latch to the doorway high beyond my reach.<br>Whilst some patchwork princess in the recesses of my mind<br>Awaits me beyond the kissing gate. <br>I fear that all she will find is me huddled blind<br>Seeking the light reborn from a bleak descent into darkness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All there is that’s lost is yours to find as vibrations evoke<br>Reminiscence of a time so long since passed that memory has lapsed, <br>Beyond the mists of times blessing, <br>Beyond the clouds obscuring the memory as ever alluring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For regret I’ve found there is no cure, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the strangest girl I’ve ever known</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What madness is this that sadness should be the flavour of the hour? <br>Such strange a love in friendship is ours to hold, to devour, <br>Warming with every heartbeat until the second we grow cold and fading.<br>Our souls taken from their form to dance with angels in ascent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such horror is it to find both our souls in descent, <br>Skimming the surface of insanity and every so often submerging ourselves<br>Beneath the ever sleepless deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The unconscious tides of our emotion<br>Are as the tides and currents of the ocean.<br>And here we are, trying to keep ourselves from crying<br>When tears are the only joy we know.<br>Here we are within the water flowing<br>With starlit eyes of youth still glowing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The river is bursting its banks<br>Who should we thank? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God? <br>Our Mother Divine? <br>Father Time? <br>Me? <br>You? <br>The sky of blue? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The river is bursting its banks<br>Who should we thank?</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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An ode is sung, wild eyed for those too scared to run, 
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