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Fragments of Forever
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Feet broken and bloody, walking down the eons from A to B
Pin cushion from too many days and too many ways
Lives lived burned into the ether of Soul
Memories forgotten through too many experiences
Fragments burnt into the neurons of Self
I am that I am forever am
Bitter dust of days sweetened by hearts shredded and sewn
Atoms joined and blasted into oblivion and back
The sweet scent of surrealism reminds of reality scorched into the retina gold, silver and red
Ancestors whisper vague ideals shouted while tenderly stroking scars
Live to die and live again forever turning on the Wheel until escape is stolen
Gods language written in the soul to slip from lips too young to translate
Lessons of love's painful glory learned again and again by fragile adamantine hearts
At the center of every god is love...of something
And at the heart of every mortal love is an archetype of a god
Pin cushion from too many days and too many ways
Lives lived burned into the ether of Soul
Memories forgotten through too many experiences
Fragments burnt into the neurons of Self
I am that I am forever am
Bitter dust of days sweetened by hearts shredded and sewn
Atoms joined and blasted into oblivion and back
The sweet scent of surrealism reminds of reality scorched into the retina gold, silver and red
Ancestors whisper vague ideals shouted while tenderly stroking scars
Live to die and live again forever turning on the Wheel until escape is stolen
Gods language written in the soul to slip from lips too young to translate
Lessons of love's painful glory learned again and again by fragile adamantine hearts
At the center of every god is love...of something
And at the heart of every mortal love is an archetype of a god
A poem written on the far side of the desolation of writer's block.
© 2011 - 2024 PhreedomM
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Love the depth in and of these lines