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From: Vae


SHaYap

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by dawn the gentle rays creeps alike a thief from yonder,

as if fearful of being trapped, bounds up high,

warmth no longer gently prickles the air, arousing the wind;

churning oceanic clouds float in to scorn blistering pride,

bathing the land in watery respite of scorching blunders.

Still I sit ... destitute

Vae victo

even the sun deserts me, a quiet disgraced retreat,

behind the sombre hills, hardly mounds,

callously conspire to hide it,

the setting rays betrays its boastful surrender,

disguising clouds as fiery billows of Hell asunder.

I sit still ... resolute

Vae Victis

on crystal skies, stage the endless eternal starry dance,

timeless universe bubbling of Novas and Nebulae,

inner doubtful darkness smothers the night,

in perfect shadows the demons and witches made their claims,

twinkling stars beaming a gem studded bed, resting the moon.

Sit still I .... absolute

weary aged fog tumbling on forward, trailing powdery mists,

assuredly rolling on, current masters of the realm;

calm scents of the forest waking up rides the breeze,

razor chills reminding the land of the days to come,

scatter the ghostly veils, reveal earth gloriously naked.

I still sat ...

Vae Victae

~third_eye @SHaYAP©2013

Source: Vae

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#3i this is a spoken piece from british singer songwriter Roy Harper.

I was not put here - (by anyone)

By anyone in fear

I came alone as me

Just an idea

In a long chain

Of discovery

Surrounded by the same -

You

Sometimes your tide

Pulls me out to sea

And I die

In a trashing curse

Sometimes we are kind

More often I doze

- So far up the beach

That those who try to reach

Are burnt alive

In the searing heat

Of the desert

Of my dispassion

So far removed

I never hear the water

'Cept once or twice a month

When I see a mirror

And I refuse to believe

In some of the things

That are said to be here

Let alone those

That are not

I'm trying to change

My direction

Ours is pathetic

In my own humble estimation

I love the planet

The great bening she-wolf

Benefactor

Spinning gently on

Towards the red giant

Four aeons hence

When all the rose gardens

Are consumed in the flash-fire

Of flying time

She'll leave alone too

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