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 Sep 2012 Senor Negativo
Melody
A faint,
Upon your lips.
So soft and delicate.

A word,
I read.
A faint whisper or cry.

I hear
A titled word.

I wander about your land of haunting, ghostly fathom.
:) SPOOKY! XD- From Unreplacable.
Father sees in secret
Praying in the closet
To let the cup pass on
Fulfilling not destroying
The curse of family units
To let the cup pass on
Planting mustard seeds
Overthrowing tetrarchs
To let the cup pass on
People full of dead men’s bones
A generation of vipers
To let the cup pass on
Wailing and gnashing
Once it’s 70 x 7
To let the cup pass on
Convert to little children
Align your heart and mouth
To let the cup pass on
He who isn’t with me
Is surely against me
So let the cup pass on
 Sep 2012 Senor Negativo
Pebbles
Dew falling on fairy faces
A child
Of pixie blood comes forth in understanding
Water coloured happiness
In a smile so serene

Naked moments
When only your truth is laid before you
Flutes of tears
Already wiped away
Candy tuff's  mixed with apple blossom
Serves my heart well
As i burn the insence
And meditate on
The moment of mine desire

Come slowly
Ever healing
Kneeling before
The magisty of life
Grand in your understanding

Two fairy tears I pay for your love
Deny me not
The magic of your years
For i will die without
The webs you weave
The threads you sew
And the pain you bleed

I can raise above myself
And raise you
Higher

Place your hand
In the hand of life
And believe
Just beleve
It should be so

I want
To dry your tears
Take away your pain
And kiss your
Silken cheeks

Come
Lets play on the wind
Slide down the sunbeams  
And whistle merry tunes in the wild
Let yourself be free
To hold my heart
Knowing it will not fall

Dew falling on fairy faces
A child
Of pixie blood comes forth in understanding
Water coloured happiness
In a smile so serene
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 Sep 2012 Senor Negativo
Prosaic
White. Its all white.
Have I lost my sight?
But I haven't.

Black. Nothing but black.
'Future', need I look back?
But I needn't.

Red. Everything is red.
Is that me I see, on a hospital bed?
But I wasn't.

I saw the fire and horns on a man,
In Hell i was, and I ran.
But i didn't.

It is not as it seems,
Those were the dreams.

*But they weren't.
Out of the fire
Came a man sunken
To less than cinders,
A tea-cup of ashes or so.
And I,
The gold in the house,
Writhed into a stiff pool.
fly
And the scarecrow dreams(




                                                                                


                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                    to fly.
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