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In this constant chaos forms a light
But even too much light is blinding to the eye
As beauty can be a deceiving sight
So can welcome clothe scorn and spite
In this everlasting guilt smiles a name
Its worth more then earth, life and breath
Radiant, silent and won't harm for pain
For you can't cheat love and you can't cheat death
You think those who are unfriendly are immoral
And those who are quiet are unkind
Yet they speak and you ignore them, blind and unheeding
They are silent because you repress them
And lost because you cast them out
You make yourself appear as a pure and saintly being
That you are flawless and divine
And because you are pleasant you are blameless
But you are to blame for my tears
You pass judgement unjustly
Embedded with ice as cold as my frozen tears
What was once as cruel as a winter storm, Summer stirs
From motionless streams, will life emerge?
Will Summer share warmth, though rightfully hers?
The green but a memory distant and faint
'Til beaming the sun bears his burning gold face
And melting the snow and the hearts and the lakes
Summer destroys and renews and creates
So comforting to see you...
So comforting to see you
You dispel my poison apple
In the cradle of humanity
Less were supple then were silver.
Many seas remain unfrozen
Pliant voices froze unchosen
You were there with you ten thousand
Making heros born forgotten
Now you seek to spare the lesser
Steal the silver, break the better
Will you find my poison heart
Beneath the brilliance of the apple?
Long hello's and short good-byes,
Clouded hearts and anxious eyes,
Echo's love and softly dies,
Weaving laughter, lust and lies.
The frailness of perfection
They are spawn of perfection.
The fruit that grows in darkness,
The darkness born in song;
Guarding youth by catching morning dew
And wrestling with the slow, retreating sun.
I tear at the ivory teeth
Of an insatiable piano - thirsting for melody,
Hungry for song.
But impotent fingers beget no music,
Vacant of rhythm and lacking in grace.
Another battle lost as, triumphant, the sun
Huddles over the horizon. A day older.
The fruit grows from briars in darkness born in song.
My fingers claw at unrelenting keys,
Leaving Night to ponder
The frailness of perfection.
I am a veteran of indecision;
Fought many wars
And its antithesis,
Reason runs through my mind
In rivulets -
Rise and strain
In the arms of Castor and Pollux
As they lock in wrestle,
Beads of sweat forming constellations
Emotion swells and surges,
All Olympus place their bets;
But Victory is asleep in clouds
And I must decide
The outcome of the match.