...Building upon defeat.
In the Song of Faith, lie the words of Treason and Deceit. All capable, all willing. For our own gain, all our own doing. ...Building upon deceit. In the Song of Fate, lies, undetermined and unexpected, commandeering Blindness, leaving Belief begging for an answer. ...Building upon belief. In the Song of Life, lies Love, on the river bed, towards the surface, towards the sun, with the Only, with the One. ...Building upon relief. In the Song of Death, lie memories departed and the promise of Darkness. But a step forward to a sphere or a coil, freedom and fear be the Sun. ...We are but stealing upon defeat. ...Toffears ...with weary steps and mindless breath,
unto the day, ongoing Death, finding a crown, following suit, query be damned, forbidden fruit. ...Toffears ...in the quiet of the mind,
lies the mending of the heart. ...Toffears ...how can you look at the bloodshot sunrise
after a night of silence? So far away from mercy… So far away, forgive me... ...Toffears ...and so,
who will come to my funeral when even I will not attend? Ashes, lying here by the water, from a life left unconsumed. I am lying, here, early morning, by the temple that was you. ...Toffears I am looking out the window,
Waiting for the rain. I play the guest to my own downfall, At my expense I play the game. I see the future crawling The further on I go. The old cigars, The dampened room, The sun has set, The rivers flow. I am looking out the window, This was the view throughout my youth, Did I escape or did I fall? Yet, brick by brick, I build the wall. I see the world is yearning, Oh, round and round I go… This gilded cage has no escape, They’ve lost the key, But there is hope. I am looking out the window, somehow it always seems to rain… I long for change, I long for snow, I long to live… …I long to go. ...Toffears ...Beat
and I breathe. ...Beat and I breathe. Deeply, take a breath. Beat, and I focus, I believe. Breathe and I live. Breathe and be. ...Beat and I breathe. ...Beat and I breathe. ...and it Stops... I had no control. eXit ...Toffears ...I bore my name in the land of my birth.
I had no choice, but I was honoured. Such hate, with words only... Blame, Whispers, Hearsay... Jealousy. Enmity, by birth, by name... For this dominion... This land that we both craved. And though my heart stopped beating for no other reasons than that of my birth, than that of my name, than for this dominion, this land that is now my grave, my watch never stopped ticking, those guns never stopped firing. Time soon drew a blank. Unobtrusively, we became Anonymous. A footnote in a history book. Let it be said: The last culture on Earth will have nothing to share. ...Toffears ...A life,
a Birth and a Cause. Strong be my beliefs, still I feud and brawl to be granted but a few more years. Still the heart is feeble. And then... the Question... ...Toffears ...When is the last time you felt free?
...Yesterday, when I wrote it. ...Toffears ...For every life...
Is your belief blind enough for you to hate the sunrise? ...Toffears ...Light a candle and it burns,
they say. Left or right, and at the Summit, I found no trace but for a worthless headstone and a hole in the ground. For what were we expecting when we resolved to live? ...Toffears ...All the more fleeting
than Memory and Life, this Desert bares no Shifting Sands, no Caravans, no Horizon. So soon here, So soon forgotten. No matter how fatalist one may be, There is always hope. ...allegiance to the Servitude of Self bares no Honour. ...Toffears ...walls surrounding,
no protection, isolation. ...narrowing echo, fears grown, isolated. ...worthless Life, painless, pointless, segregation. ...Toffears ...blossom anew,
by the window, by the door. A letter, signed. The famine struck, Dominions and Dust. So were we. ...Toffears ...of everything,
I have only touched the surface. Deeper passion, like a Prison to the sun of which I am now sentenced. Of everything, I only took a glance. ...Toffears ...this is where they brought me,
this is where I stood. My name, gone, lost along with any memories of my voice. ...Toffears ...between the Self,
Pure Nature, the Entertaining World is thin, but solid. Realise, Break. Facing foul windows, Open spaces, undefined... Violence, self-made. ...Toffears ...every emotion you feel
is of your own creation. You cannot hide from yourself as you do from a mirror... ...Toffears ...in the colours of the clouds,
carving through Winds, I came upon a hill of broken light and melted sand. How could I see the fields below? Where once walked a human being, now rose an empty Soul ready for the tender noose of slavery to the Social Demands and Expectations of people I hated. How beautiful was the wintered breeze of Dawn. ...Toffears ...we watched it burn,
all of it. Gone, rather than let it fall and be soiled. "I wish I were 20 years younger" We watched it burn. All of it, lost and wasted. ...Toffears ...Words and Bullets
at the speed of Sound, Hailstorm, Hailstorm, come the Summer breeze followed by the sun. ...Toffears ...and beyond the lies, you answer...
"Waste no Time... For you have left a Perishable Body in a premeditated act worthy of a confession..." ...Toffears ...links be cut...
Isolation, Emancipation, Liberation. A name uttered... Failing contact. ...Toffears |
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