...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
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...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 ...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 ...Oppresive
and Red, by the river of the mind, by the chruch on the square, by the wall, looking up, looking for... "Being" is an interlude ...Toffears ...this is where they brought me,
this is where I stood. My name, gone, lost along with any memories of my voice. ...Toffears ...Words and Bullets
at the speed of Sound, Hailstorm, Hailstorm, come the Summer breeze followed by the sun. ...Toffears ...links be cut...
Isolation, Emancipation, Liberation. A name uttered... Failing contact. ...Toffears ...I hold irregular beliefs.
The heart is deceased but the beating remains... ...Toffears
...I am adicted
to punishing this body for the sake of others and by the way it is perceived. ...Toffears ...finding the books in the trash,
the burning ash, anonymous confessions of a nation's loss. It was only a shadow, so I pulled the trigger. ...Toffears ...damage echoes beyond the borders of your foul walls.
The economies of war are our only difference. ...Toffears ...faded blossom,
cleansed by the river where the currents pass unbroken. ...Toffears ...hear me, Lord.
Hear me, if you dare. This is neither a confession, nor is it a prayer. On what grounds do they pass judgement and why are these "sins" public affairs? Hear me, Lord. Hear me, if you dare. If you are... "Sin" is a manufactured guilt process. ...Toffears
...your crippled words were noticed
and the loss came to a void. Escaping each other from what was expected, to and fro, until all doors we closed. ...Toffears ...callous words carried
a stone's-throw away... only the Guilty will harvest for their friends’ pity. You have made me today’s Headline... How boring must their lives be to be so interested. You have made me today’s Headline, yet, I forgave You have made me today’s Headline. I forgave and you deceived. ...Toffears ...The field you sow with hatred
will reap you nothing more than jealousy and anger. There is no escape. ...Toffears ...I am holding the gun
and I am aiming at your faith. I am at Peace, I hold the Truth... Kowtow to my hate. ...Toffears ...du haut de leur colline,
les Grands regardent les enfants jouer au football. Se souviennent-ils qu'un jour, eux aussi, jouaient à la balle plutôt qu'à la guerre? A man who owns the corners, ruins the world. ...Toffears ...Mack and Gill
were, somehow, deep in love but always fighting. For her birthday, she bought herself something for him. Maybe, one of these evenings, if he was in the mood for giving, she would ware it. ...and so, it wore on, the married and troubled life of Mack and Gill. ...Toffears ...for the night offered me none,
I spoke of refuge and liberation. Would my dark horse turn to white upon the crossing of the river, offering me time to escape? ...Toffears ...I could name a thousand gifts
other than Life. Yet, it seems you have failed them all. ...Toffears |
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