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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471365" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lightning Thief</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These intrepid hands caught <br>the descending forks of light<br>and subdued the harrying cloudburst<br>like how a child grasps things<br>out of instinct - from hunger, for safety<br>with a dire silence in lieu<br>of the inevitable cleaving<br>because jeopardizing eyes delve<br>in the lattices of injured acceptance<br>for the gnawing pain that scored pride <br>and the unpaid obeisance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These flimsy hands are burned out<br>as it steadfastly held unto <br>the arrowheads of lightning -<br>the soldering bell rope of alarm<br>And the treacherously valiant soul, <br>cautiously and vigilantly, weaves <br>the heaven's spilled fire of blue<br>to craft a pall of false pretense: <br>a gradient of varied palettes<br>that shall suppress the black hole<br>siphoning all the scintillating lights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the limbo of these guzzled suffering<br>lies an immeasurable abyss<br>where darkness devours darkness<br>fecundating the filigree of mistakes<br>and lost perchance of corrections, <br>these hands fell suspended<br>from its larcenous struggle to knot <br>the ends of heaven's unwoven tassels -<br>these hailing lightning that <br>crackled with a shattered frame<br>and dangles blithely from a tattered tapestry -<br>for my desire to redeem the casted crown<br>is deemed futile every time<br>the blue electric wires slip away<br>from the pleading grip of my thieving hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wuthering for the weeping cicatrix, <br>these sorry hands vied against <br>the inertia of predetermined sequence<br>and still, the old ailing bones <br>and progressive states of senescence<br>defeated all the pure endeavors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky hurled a riling fist<br>and stabbed the glassine walls<br>of these somnambulistic eyes<br>and the bellicose mangling<br>was no different than the lightning<br>I stole in the most intimate privacy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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the descending forks of light
and subdued the harrying cloudburst
like how a child grasps things
out of instinct - from hunger, for safety
with a dire silence in lieu
of the inevitable cleaving
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