Revalence
07-07-2003, 10:12 PM
Just got board :casstet: and put the pomes i've posted since i've been here in order i wrote them. If you'd like add your pomes for the soul to the list.
I belong where the land is red and the sun is scorches
Where the sky reaches for space and blinds with awe
I belong where the road stretches forever and leads to freedom
I belong in the land of the dinosaurs in a time forgotten
Waiting for you to remember me
So I can roam free
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Somewhere between the realms of earth and sea
There is a doorway
Somewhere beyond the dusty trail of a dying star
A world of silence awaits
A cry
A breath
The sound of life
A new light
Suspended in a breathless absence of wind
On the edge
of time.
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love tears at your soul
screams for embrace
rushes to your heart
slips away in a swirl of dust
and echoes to the past with a soft whisper
it's a fragrance of madness
carried away in a desert land
breathless and frantic
alone and scared
until it meets with destiny...
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I’ve fought and won,
the wasteland now holds me as a son
the cut in my soul has healed
but once in a while I still bleed
It seems somehow my destiny to be alone
I want to know how it feels
to have somebody beside me
the wasteland is all around me as far as the eye can see....
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The breeze was warm and soft as a late summer afternoon. Even after the sun had set, the wind insisted on gently whispering to the unexpected visitor, as if aware of the fragility of the human being stranded on the timeless land. Spread out on the sand, I watched in awe as the plain fell asleep in a blanket of purples and reds. An awesome silence embraced the world, a unique absence of sounds echoed by the quiet song of the wind. I have never heard a silence so full of meaning...
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some wounds
your soul never recovers from
some wounds
just never stop bleeding
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All that is left is dying whispers
all that is felt is a blade through the
soul
I thought i knew what pain was
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...If I'd let all that pain go at once
I would become a shell of a man
So what do you do when pain is all you have left
what is left of you
if you let it go
[Edited on 7/7/2003 by Revalence]
I belong where the land is red and the sun is scorches
Where the sky reaches for space and blinds with awe
I belong where the road stretches forever and leads to freedom
I belong in the land of the dinosaurs in a time forgotten
Waiting for you to remember me
So I can roam free
-----------------------------------------
Somewhere between the realms of earth and sea
There is a doorway
Somewhere beyond the dusty trail of a dying star
A world of silence awaits
A cry
A breath
The sound of life
A new light
Suspended in a breathless absence of wind
On the edge
of time.
---------------------------------
love tears at your soul
screams for embrace
rushes to your heart
slips away in a swirl of dust
and echoes to the past with a soft whisper
it's a fragrance of madness
carried away in a desert land
breathless and frantic
alone and scared
until it meets with destiny...
--------------------------------------
I’ve fought and won,
the wasteland now holds me as a son
the cut in my soul has healed
but once in a while I still bleed
It seems somehow my destiny to be alone
I want to know how it feels
to have somebody beside me
the wasteland is all around me as far as the eye can see....
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The breeze was warm and soft as a late summer afternoon. Even after the sun had set, the wind insisted on gently whispering to the unexpected visitor, as if aware of the fragility of the human being stranded on the timeless land. Spread out on the sand, I watched in awe as the plain fell asleep in a blanket of purples and reds. An awesome silence embraced the world, a unique absence of sounds echoed by the quiet song of the wind. I have never heard a silence so full of meaning...
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some wounds
your soul never recovers from
some wounds
just never stop bleeding
--------------------------------------
All that is left is dying whispers
all that is felt is a blade through the
soul
I thought i knew what pain was
----------------------------------
...If I'd let all that pain go at once
I would become a shell of a man
So what do you do when pain is all you have left
what is left of you
if you let it go
[Edited on 7/7/2003 by Revalence]