...I must have left the window open,
for I can now feel the breeze of Winter in the room where I once saw my friends ...Toffears ...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 ...There are some people at the window,
in the graveyard, by the station. I can see them, I can see. They seem happy, celebrating. I can see them, I can see. There is a view of wooden dwellings, no bitterness, by a lake, inside a forest. Can you see them? Can you see? These are the people we could have been. Life in the valleys, far from the city, and day to day we could have been. Stop this train. Stop this train. I am… Not what you are. Not what you seem. ...Toffears ...If you look up to the moon,
you can tell them: I am there. To the East, as the birds at first light sing, I am there. Look up ...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 If there was hate,
it was his call. Sizing me up for his ego and games, and then claiming the fall. ...Toffears ...to fly this kite,
my beloved, is to give my thoughts for you a reach for the Sun. ...Toffears ...there was a Sound that once was Breath.
It was heard here on Earth, until its last, until its Death. It was a ripple or a pulse, through the waves accosting the land in its creative escape. Forbidden word, Forgiven world, yet is was sound, yet is was heard. There was a Sound that once was Breath. And it was gone. ...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 ...to be the fruit of what is Thought,
ephemeral, immaterial, unconscious and impulsive. Contemporary. To be the fruit that was proscribed, ripply picked and shared. To be the harvest... To breathe, to breathe and leave the Cage... ...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 ...Still
the blind belief in the hope of escape. Why does fear turn to violence for the ego with no knowledge? ...Toffears (dedicated to M.E.I aka L.) ...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 ...still,
detached and void every sign of Love and Life. For one night only, until the mist clears and returns the Dawn. ...Toffears ...purification,
burn, wailing, lament... and then, Silence. Our Oxygen, Gone... For Money. Dead by the time we cared. ...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 ...Our very future is a fire that we tame.
Our every movement is a lie. ...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 ...as a victim of relief,
for oneself and nothing more, I was ordered, I was told, I rebelled until my fall. Even Love is a selfish act. ...was it I?
thus be the sole witness of the Dark? Should I have? thus be the sole barer of the Truth? Could I? ...Toffears |
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