SoLoKey
10-25-2002, 10:44 AM
newbie on the prowl ... b gentle ...
"Ill never cry again" she spoke ,
soft spoken, over and over 2 herself
in that strong whisper of hers -
"I’ll never cry again."
Y does she cry ?
Did it ever occur 2 u that silence was her name ?
See , the last tear that fell from heaven
fell from the path of the angels,
fell from the path it was given and was plunged in offering 2 the blinded fools mad 2 redeem -
fell from the ocean 2 b burnt by the sun and shed its alabaster wings .
- the heat begins 2 haze her name -
And as I spark my slow descent into insanity -
From hade’s nine-fold pits I stare -
Are you lost to me ?
See, her crystalline vase was where he shared his serenity ,
The little sanity he had left ,
Showy vanity , respect his insanity,
Veins callous his eager hands as he sought 2 buy serenity
Cheapen ambrose 2 pulp prose,
When the ambrose surpasses the leafy rose ?
Inconsiderate boor ! he fumbles past the core
Past the heart of the matter, blind in desolation, angel,
blind me already, I’m already blind.
And pained , he ponders,
Is health ever 2 be regained ?
"Ill never cry again" she spoke ,
soft spoken, over and over 2 herself
in that strong whisper of hers –
"Ill never cry again."
Yet , silence demands absolute,
And his name he forgot
So the tears mumble away.
The vase shatters,
I wonder , can it be the same ?
"Ill never cry again" she spoke ,
soft spoken, over and over 2 herself
in that strong whisper of hers -
"I’ll never cry again."
Y does she cry ?
Did it ever occur 2 u that silence was her name ?
See , the last tear that fell from heaven
fell from the path of the angels,
fell from the path it was given and was plunged in offering 2 the blinded fools mad 2 redeem -
fell from the ocean 2 b burnt by the sun and shed its alabaster wings .
- the heat begins 2 haze her name -
And as I spark my slow descent into insanity -
From hade’s nine-fold pits I stare -
Are you lost to me ?
See, her crystalline vase was where he shared his serenity ,
The little sanity he had left ,
Showy vanity , respect his insanity,
Veins callous his eager hands as he sought 2 buy serenity
Cheapen ambrose 2 pulp prose,
When the ambrose surpasses the leafy rose ?
Inconsiderate boor ! he fumbles past the core
Past the heart of the matter, blind in desolation, angel,
blind me already, I’m already blind.
And pained , he ponders,
Is health ever 2 be regained ?
"Ill never cry again" she spoke ,
soft spoken, over and over 2 herself
in that strong whisper of hers –
"Ill never cry again."
Yet , silence demands absolute,
And his name he forgot
So the tears mumble away.
The vase shatters,
I wonder , can it be the same ?