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I left my Tree to bare

it's own fruit,

to stand against the wind,

Alone for it's previous sin

And it pains me, flogs at ..... an exposed heart to see that beautiful Tree forfeited,

by a rational mind bounded by self-afflicted emotional wounds

I left my Tree to bare it own fruit, to fight the waves of the coming sea, oh how it pains me, oh how it flogs at my soul, the toil that can never be fully told...

Secrets! How I loath them. Shall we fly to a undiscovered corner of the globe. Drop them in Middle Earth, Lost Loves’ legends never to re-told. Until time runs in reverse and the Un-Living are streaming motion once again.

And if it had not been for that Previous Sin, I would have love thee. Fought off floating oceans and crisscross urban jungles to steal a glimpse of just one leaf of that Tree.

Oh how it pains me, oh how shall I bare the burden of that sweet fruit being tasted by someone other then me. Or worse, Salted Seas that steal the moisture from the Oceans’ breeze

Back an forth thrashing at the roots. It Stands tall! Reach for the never ending light. AHHHHhhh, toil toil toil.... And then.... !

And Then!

Forgiveness... you...no...WE are at peace

Let Romeo Die

A silken model once told me you don’t know what love is. For Thee only likes the idea of me. As Heavenly Love is never brawling in its nature. Have you oh Homo-sapiens been infected with the tenacity to forever twist ill will intentions?

You don’t know that love is, merely you like the idea of me. A voice so cold echos to a hollow soul reaching for beauty obtained only in sweet visions of the hereafter.

And why should I love openly? Exposed hearts waiting for imminent daggers. Like the cleft torso of the fallen soldier, left departed shields walking through desolate battle fields.

Per chance the sweet anguish of love reminisce should never be forgotten. Image if we had a Dog’s sense. To be slapped down and still pleasing. Could there be beauty in that?

So love screams and humans dream to be baptized in a purifying sea.

So oh mankind grab an attentive ear, and take note. Let Romeo die a thousand times over, let him walk the gates of Flames’ kiss! Let oh sweet hollowed love anguish touch me, and I shall endure...For this is the seed of happiness.