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I: Dualities
08:55
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I stare blindly at the ceiling
Giving way to the stars beyond
Whose light on passing glances fall
Many years have since passed
So within my mind I venture
And to prove myself thusly
I climbed the highest peak
To catch a glimpse at dying stars
Whose light so warm yet distant
Having provided no cold comfort
shone upon that lonely room
of perdition were I rest
Swim in the oceans of time
Breathe in the air of regret
Gaze on a previous form
and all is not how I've perceived
Eternally in anguish,
Perpetually in solace
My soul will forever languish
at the dawn of new found
conscience
Pain and suffering
one and the same
I see doors to the past,
yet no one to blame
I walk forth silhouetted
The sun baring down on my back
A duo clad black set before me
Eternally casting two shadows
To gaze into the mirror
Only to see a face that is not your own
Though finely constructed, echoing in your image
It's empty eyes reflect an empty soul
Eternally in anguish,
Perpetually in solace
My soul will forever languish
at the dawn of new found conscience
Pain and suffering one and the same
I see doors to the past, yet no one to blame
For I can see thee
For I can hear thee
Though in a conscious state
I would not know
Deep in this darkness
That is my mind
A state of deep regret
I cannot hide
Now that I can hear thee
Now I can see
Thought to be conscious
Though long to be
In this barren land of fog
where the Shadows lie
There are dualities
That I can't deny
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II: Northern son
07:44
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Within the confines of his shell
A man lay unburied
A state of unconsciousness
Lost to the world
Unwinding like thread
Hope has since vanished
Doubt and despair
Seep into his soul
The light in his eyes
Which shone once so brightly
Now sullen and grey
All luster long spent
Now spirited away
to a land of fates choosing
To tally his deeds
Though that's just what some
Say.
Within the contents of his mind
A man lay unburdened
Visions and memories
of triumphs long past
Too vain in confessions
His victories rekindled
Memoirs and sagas
are all inked in gold
The tome, in which these
Proud scriptures are kept
is locked far beyond
a grey wall of illusion
Cursed by his hubris
His thoughts had betrayed him
and words writ in fools gold
Turned to ash
in his hands
As the Sun early rises
and in the eve sets
There is not but rest
For this man doomed to die
Bereft of all honour
failures lain bare
Viewed by his peers
with dispassionate eyes
To accept peace through death
Or a life worth not living
Although in the end
The choice is futile
As time will forget
this misfortune one
This was the tale
of a northern Son
Lost in decisions
Valuing neither life nor death
Confronting delusions
To his final breath
His inner voice begins to speak
What has this world done for you
If peace is indeed what you seek
Then let life go
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III: Woolgathering
09:01
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Beyond the plains of man
Far removed from our reality
There exists in each and every one of us
A single lonely tower
The view from the spire is beautiful
A wonder to behold yet
The shadow cast by the dim moonlight
Is as a plague across this world
Peering
into the soul of another
Seeking
to decipher their pain
At war
with their self reclusion
Aware of the process of life
slipping out their eyes like tears in rain
Each night we sit atop our walls
And gaze longingly upon the stars
Empty and timeless caress
Their incandescent radiance seems All but out of reach
Hung within some fragile time
that will never come again
When all at once their light is snuffed out
in an instant
Peering
From the sight of another
Who seeks
to decipher your pain
Fighting
with this self insurrection
Aware of your life
slipping out of your eyes
With a heavy heart I gaze upon,
The wrathful and spiteful ones
Within their shallow graves
Under vast grey skies
Doomed to wilt
Housed in
Sullen trenches
When the mind burns red,
Illuminated eyes
Outside is a shell
There is nothing left inside
Salt the earth with your tears
Till it with your bones
Our flesh shall
Birth vast battlefields
From which we will
wander for lifetimes
Held up by the miseries
from great revelations
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IV: Catharsis
09:58
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Seen in dim sunlight
and moon shone bays
I am an island
Cursed to weather
the needs of others until I am left bare.
Who by the slow passage of time
is eroded to
but a former shell of oneself.
resigned to be reclaimed by the sea.
And so
once again
I find myself
at a cliff
on the edge of existence
Overlooking The ocean
under its surface
My hopes and my dreams
And I fear that if and when I dive
I will be overcome and drown
Reclamation
A burial At sea
Shipwrecked soul
A lust to be free
Behind every life
is a liar
Safe behind our mask
while we grin
and behind every death
is a lover
breaking hearts
Till theirs breaks instead
Fleeting memories
Lush green fields
Blues skies and
Open seas
Oh how I long for your comfort
Now the world is dark, cold
For a shroud has displaced all light
Submerged
Let the cold wash over you
free you from sin
No more pain
Nights of lonely Sky
Passing by
Without a memory
Of the day before
That seemed so bright
When the sun gave light
Without presence
Hollow casting shadows
Sorrow
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