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Aunahine

The sunshine is a glorious birth; casting on to us an unforgettable first allowing the new to what old once had cherished but had forgotten in the time they were begotten, falling like sand into an hourglass counting what may or may not happen.
But yet I know, wherever I go, there she is languishing in a field where we once held both peace filled and tranquil, know I see the buds of flowers, and she once was smiling in a field of flowers bathed in that never ending sunlight like the field of golden leading to heaven. One thing lost not able to come back like  metal recycling in robots paradise before its unreal demise not for fake guys. (more…)

Earth

That there hath the past away a glory from the earth when the last true hero and prophet ascended to the place of peace we all call heaven after a great and terrible battle challenged them in the last steps of there life. I think of the passed things we have lost marking a time when no one can know their maker and speak voice can never be heard now we sit in silence left to ponder what comes next in a turning world bold and blue.Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, sung in trees green ans filled with life in a time when stone and brick has begun to grow and cover all those places where nature once ran ramped untamed and unending. Now roads filled with cars running and failing cover the areas I one treadled with calgary towing moving away the broken contraptions smoking there poison. (more…)

Time

There was a time during meadow, grove, and stream, would supply this world we lived and the eras flowed in a more elegant mood of peace before existences of hatred and destroying produced by the darkness passed abyss.
The creation, and every familiar sight motivated us to displays more than just a title in a story of time like a sea of actions not explained unless at the moment breaming over a shore of desires lost to us in a false accumulation.To me did seem all days directed into a way of nothingness in the next age of loss and sorrow bringing hatred kindled power directing one who would be a martyr or hero into a corrupt king carrying a sign of madness curious how no one recognizes this issue until its too late.
Apparelled in divine light, of the sun like a guide of reason in a sea of chaos seeking to influence all those generations still to arrive from glories plus a righteous path paved towards a spot long since forgotten by greatest like a dream.
The glory and the freshness of a dream, we already knew in our youth of today gone by still though life propels us into preparing things we object nothing can positively destroy a dream but the scoundrel and protagonist we challenged as time carrying us into the succeeding state of life.
It is not now as it hath stood like of yore; when poets and heroes wandered our plan not timid or mean like a lie trust ahead in living, things that make it meriting even of for a significance we see darkness surrounding us light can glow in the late nights of thine mind.
Turn wheresoe’er I may, forget the minutes of sorrow and scorn cast upon me by my own and distinct dark thoughts foul acts shattering all purpose and faith in powers that look to have failed in a direst moment of need.
By night or day, I have walked these roads observing the fading sun and the glooming moon overhead while the stars sparkle and dance emphasizing that life can be for a just instant. But can burn so wonderous it radiates across the void through the diamond realms and empires of glass through flowering nebulas and vanishing worlds never will it be as it once was. The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

Rainbow

The Rainbow comes and goes, in a storm of woes brought by bad judgment and bad nose even though we see circumstances unravel letting ride without a rival became a normal part of survival and am I full to deny its arrival will not being prideful.
And lovely is the Rose, never plotting its thrive ridden acts driving a cut sour hands at given times or loneliness filled by the lost things we once remembered now only a reminder exists to keep what we held most dear close to our hearts shaping into a new story.
The Moon doth with delight in my moments during night dancing in the pan tension of mad songs are not yet spoke or hast been forgotten words long seen woken in the minds of memories passing in a river of glittering beams. Look round her when the heavens are bare, with no birds to far gliding in a fare of dimmed expression in the sun faded sky above with no vow of life seeming as yielding, but never really holding in extraordinary situations. Waters on a starry night glowing bright leaving a false but lonesome light call to us in the sight not knowing who to fight and who could be right in a time of fright brought on by a fake knight who uses kites to fly lives over the night. Are as beautiful and fair; not leaving Clare a women not actually known to most who could not dare but to me, she was pure like whisper not really seen but always was there lending a hand or passing a smile.
The sunshine is a glorious birth; casting on to us an unforgettable first allowing the new to what old once had cherished but had forgotten in the time they were begotten, falling like sand into an hourglass counting what may or may not happen.
But yet I know, wherever I go, there she is waiting in a field where we once stood both peace filled and peaceful, know I see the flowers pf who she once was smiling in a filed of flowers bathed in that never ending sunlight like the field of golden leading to heaven.
That there hath the past away a glory from the earth when the last true hero and prophet passed marking a time when no one can know their maker and speak voice can never be heard now we sit in silence left to ponder what comes next in a turning world bold and blue.