{Why'd you have to be so clueless?.

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5/04/2008 02:39:00 PM

I feel nothing.. but.. tsk.. nevermind that..

I hereby present to you my latest work..

Repristination

Act I

Servants of thy souls;
Do you not hear?
Do you not speak?
Hath torture embraced thy dreams;
Hath faith granted thy purpose –
Shalt thine fail thou, a silent will?

Resonance enters discreetly;
Creeping, crawling, prowling –
The assassin doesn’t flee.
Oaths served none to trust;
Vows proved none but just.
When shalt thou soul be due?

Act II

Allegiance was our pledge;
Of a love meant to last.
Our dreams formed a wedge;
Nightmares burnt to dust.
To whom should we blame,
When thee hath flown away?

Writhing in silence when hearts divide,
The double-edged sword is here to stay.
Fallen feathers leave no clue,
Fallen petals age with scent –
Shimmering memories shatter in truth;
All that’s left – a broken soul.

Act III

Amidst the crowds that roam the streets,
The stage is set at your decree.
Paving and pacing with tiny steps;
Harsh and hoarse thou journey be.
The morrow proves a tenebrous feat –
For what that looms had begun.

Thine horizons delude and deceive;
The maiden’s prayer could not be heard.
Feathers of hope upon the angel’s wings –
May thou soar with dreams embraced.
Scouring the lands thine had cursed,
Thou shalt seek freedom within thee soul.

Act IV

As tranquil as it may seem,
The end has yet to commence.
What shalt thee redeem?
What shalt thee assay?
Breaking free from the ties that bind –
When wilt thee endeavor be done?

Even if the morrow beckons joyful beginnings;
Emptiness wilt forestall thee endeavor.
Roads ahead shall be rough –
The humble saint speaks no evil.
To where shalt thou seek beatitude?
To where shalt thou earn truth?

Act V

Ripples that form on water’s surface;
Strange yet alluring for humility’s sake.
Reserved and reticent, thou wings shalt form;
Pride and honor – thou amour-propre.
Wings of truth serve thee through;
Dreams of the morrow shall unfold…