Sunday, March 13, 2011


a heart is given a spark to shine
a reflection appears from the other side
the other wave on the what if of life
perfect soul lost forever more
into the oblivion we fall
with the great cultivator watching it all


a taterred hand reaches throught he ripple of time
is it yours or is it mine
to give is unforgivable
so goes the life of the miserable

through the dark chasm a line
familiar faces cut from the sands of time
an illisuion
built souly for the blind

does the ant know he is living in a farm
the product of scientific ingenuity
a ripple in the wave of time
life a mere fluttering of an eye
whos is fluttering as ours passes bye
to live is to love to love is to hurt to hurt is to die inside

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