Lost Battles
My walls strict,
My sentries held -
Oh Shame!
What surprise!
A moment tricked,
We were felled -
Despair came
In disguise.
There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
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The date today is binary - 111011 - 54 in current human language. the correct answer to life, universe and everything :)
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Leaving Eldorado (Eldorado IX)
My broken heart broke again
Meeting such unwelcome sight,
It couldn't bear the biting pain,
It chipped away, bite by bite.
I take to journey while it dies,
I wouldn't stay its passing rites.
Although when I close my eyes
Eldorado still invites.
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[Related Post: Eldorado Found]
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Eldorado Found (Eldorado VIII)
My broken heart breaks again
On meeting its unwelcome sight,
I holler loud at the pain
As its teeth of scorn bite,
With such disdain it denies
My appeals and my rights,
- And yet when I close my eyes ..
Eldorado still invites.
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[Related Post: Leaving Eldorado]
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Friend, will you find me?
I did not tell anyone
Of these waves I found;
No one knows if I live
Or if I have drowned.
Whether I still await,
Whether I have crossed;
Whether I found a road,
Whether I am lost.
I alone know the depths -
I have reached the ground.
The waves made me a path
The waves made me drown.
This path twists and turns
Perhaps I got lost.
I was to stop somewhere -
That place I have crossed.
I run this unknown path
Drowning deeper dark.
Friend, will you find me?
I walk the Primrose Path.
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Longing
You are so beautiful
My heart hurts
With longing.
It falls.
Stops.
Dies.
Breathes.
Lives.
Longs.
In agony.
You are so beautiful
My heart beats
A little slowly.
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Whispers
When
These Gifts
Will reach you
They will be
Too soiled
From exposure.
Perhaps
You would
Not want such
Dirty,
Wounded,
Things on offer.
Then
Such gifts
May be dying.
They may be
Too weak
To Whisper.
Hence
Please know
They used to be
Pretty.
Virgin,
Like you are.
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How Yellow was Made
Once upon a time -
When Time itself was new -
There lived an old God,
Who was bored of boring Blue.
When He made the oceans,
'Big and Blue', he thought,
While sitting knitting skies,
He used the Blue a lot.
Now Blue was old and bored Him
Though Red and Green were good,
But He wanted something fresh -
Something cheerful while he could.
On a Green hill he sat,
And thought of petals bright,
And of breeze and of bliss,
And of the Red of twilight.
And so came to be Be
A dancing flower of Daffodil;
He created with his thoughts -
Yellow on a Green hill!
So content He was that day,
So blissful and so happy,
That dancing yellow daffodils,
Are Godly and will always be.
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The Making of Eldorado (Eldorado VII)
If I had some Gold
If I had some Gold
I'd keep it as if gold -
I would buy jewel boxes
To keep such precious Gold.
I don't need too much
A little bit will do.
Old, battered, passed on -
I don't ask for new.
I promise I'll keep it safe
Well cared shining bright;
If I had some Gold
I'd cherish it day and night.
Few Golden grains I shall keep
In folds of silken wraps,
Unwrap them on special days,
Caress, kiss, then back.
I shall wear some everyday
Some, I shall spread and sleep;
I shall save for rainy days
Some, I shall warm and eat.
I shall trim all my dresses
With a light Golden lace -
And for my old green stones
I shall make a Golden case.
I shall carry Gold with me
I shall never be alone.
I shall give to everyone
Such Gold I shall own.
A mirror I shall gild
Painting it for Keeps -
Some Gold in my hair
A little on my cheeks.
When the last little bit is left
I shall dangle it as ear-rings,
And just a tiny little pinch
I shall sprinkle on my mornings.
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