silence is serenity
olderman
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once quiet was this wind which whirls,
around this whipping of the flag,
else did we hear the horrid hounds
white knuckled and gnarled to rope,
bloodied with holistic hope,
knots tied by sailors' sounds,
crippled legs lend slag
of a sound stitched in swirls.
screech did the devils of the streets,
complaints to the sheriff contend,
as the princess walks with her prince,
and lovers scatter to the sound,
tangled in a bliss of blue bangled bound,
senseless the rebellious, as hence
love's escape cannot pretend,
shiver the lovers neath stained sheets.
so travel to the ends of earth,
to escape this vile curse,
bite the hand which holds too tight,
tether the string to your heart,
accepting your own love's part,
dream and hope with all your might,
as you seek love's life long nurse,
to witness, alas, the miracle of birth.
around this whipping of the flag,
else did we hear the horrid hounds
white knuckled and gnarled to rope,
bloodied with holistic hope,
knots tied by sailors' sounds,
crippled legs lend slag
of a sound stitched in swirls.
screech did the devils of the streets,
complaints to the sheriff contend,
as the princess walks with her prince,
and lovers scatter to the sound,
tangled in a bliss of blue bangled bound,
senseless the rebellious, as hence
love's escape cannot pretend,
shiver the lovers neath stained sheets.
so travel to the ends of earth,
to escape this vile curse,
bite the hand which holds too tight,
tether the string to your heart,
accepting your own love's part,
dream and hope with all your might,
as you seek love's life long nurse,
to witness, alas, the miracle of birth.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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i daresay I know where you's at
and i be right there witcha, too.
high time, like you said
seriously beautiful piece...
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!