Le poems Chaixaio.
Chaixaio
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 @ 06:56pm
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Constant Thunder
Constant Thunder
I was once lost in darkness, A wandering nomadic fool, Teetering on the edge of reason, About to plunge into the abyss, Then a light shone down, Lifted me out of darkness, Touched my soul with grace, And beat love into my heart, That was when I met you, My loving girl For so long now you Have continued to save me, Day after day, You gave me the reason to be, To live and to feel love, To go on and find my dreams, As long as you were there, I just wanted to let you know, That I could never fully express How much I feel for you, When I love you Seems so simple, How can you put into words The power of desire I have for you, Pray to God, Channel the muse, And let my fingers type the words, My heart beats because of you, My soul is bright and alive, Because of you, And even when the trails of today Seem to distract me, My love is always devoted to you, It is eternal within my heart, Like a constant thunder in my soul.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2005 @ 10:29pm
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As Long As You're Near & untitled
I wrote 2 poems today....
As Long As You're Near
The first time we met, I could see, That you and I, were meant to be. Your eyes were so gentle, your smile so true, When you first held my hand, I just knew.
Now the time has gone by, through laughter and tears, These days I shall cherish, for years upon years. Those memories we have, shall never fade, For those are the steps, that we have made.
That was the past, the future is near, I anxiously wait, for what will appear. New homes, more laughter, and children so dear, Everything will be wonderful, as long as you're near.
And this one, I have not yet names, have ne ideas?
Was I bewitched so by the thin red line To notice not that time released its hold And let pale Iris snip the silver twine To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold. Existence now is not what I was told; No seraphim and harps to grace my ear, Just silence, painful silence, and the cold Discomfort of my masochistic fear, So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear My soul until the ache's too much to bare, As mortal life mirages now appear: Intangible are they; away they tear. Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon When razor's edge did charm me like the moon.
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Chaixaio
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Chaixaio
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 @ 01:15am
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2004 @ 07:59pm
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Chaixaio
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