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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Walk The Path In Stillness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">walking barefoot...<br>down alleys dark, <br>while children play<br>with garbage and broken glass.<br>past unlocked doors, <br>through buildings spent, <br>left for ghosts and tribal memories.<br>past walls charred by sweat and time, <br>left to smolder with empty ache....<br>to the time before the time before, <br>when living had a name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">under war torn skies, <br>over bodies strewn, <br>and left for birds of prey.<br>down dusty roads, <br>holding a child's dark hands, <br>in shadows anguished pain.<br>the skies aflame, <br>as if stars died, and every veil is rent.<br>to the sound of freedom's hungered drums, <br>and shadowed wings beating fury.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to the barren room, <br>the mattress on the floor, <br>frost upon the pane.<br>where lovers turned upon the spit, <br>with bodies made of water.<br>eyes wide open, living thrust, <br>tongues tracing maps to destiny.<br>the hardened cock, <br>buried in soul's wet lips, <br>while angels silently prayed.<br>and the candle burned<br>till the break of dawn, <br>and moonlight's final kiss...<br>the barren room of the empty house, <br>where eternity revealed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the field once plowed<br>has now turned brown...<br>sparrows pick at the dust.<br>and scriptures written<br>in hickory rust, <br>whispers lost to sound! <br>battles fought, and flags laid down, <br>cover caskets that wait for dirt.<br>the little girl's shoe, the old washtub, <br>the broken pot beneath the window.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while dogs bark, and ants converse, <br>and hearts are covered with snow.<br>the faces of god fade into wood, <br>stacked and thrown into the fire.<br>be it dream, be it madness, <br>or the simple turning of the wheel...<br>the wind turns with a final kiss, <br>bare feet walk the path in stillness!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q>
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down alleys dark, 
while children play
with garbage and broken glass.
past unlocked doors, 
through buildings spent, 
left for ghosts and tribal memories.
past walls charred by sweat and time, 
left to smolder with empty ache....."></div>
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