Beyond the spray of clouds
Gliding towards the sun, far
Past the sun sharpened blue skies
Where fallen star trails echo
Through an eternity of twinkling
White speckled darkness; in dreams
Of other when's and where's, of
Parallel paths that bend with light,
Soar with sound and twist
With the bitter taste of ash
And sorrow, yet never
A touch of hope...
Of recognition through the rings
Of Saturn; flowing like Mercury,
Quicksilver around every star
Shivering beacon fading to be
Free of degrading orbits compromising
Some fateful fall into a union
Born in the vacuum, born to burn
Through its' icy cold
Emotionless
Depth...
To parallel eyes beseeching the night
Sky for some celestial route to a lost
Peace of personal universe, hidden
In the sightlines to Mars, under the
Darkness slowly sucking Pluto
Into meteoric fragments flowing
Lost in the ghostly waves washing
Neptune's hydrogen shores and
Methane skies, in wondering why
Jupiter grew to prominence
And yet failed to be
A star...
Shedding some smoldering silver
Light on Uranus's everlastingly blue
Featureless sorrow crying amonial
Tears for a love forsaken before time
Was a measured concept, compelling
Grief to heal and scars to fade within
The featureless black recesses of souls
Still searching for a singularity born
In the merging of two satellites chasing
The same ideals and wondering why
They never met
On Venus.















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i never ment to bring us here... im sorry
:dalogo: Senior Member-
Maybe Im Lying
it's a bit sad actually...this is one I could re read and get a diff story each time I would say...
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rob
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"both hands... now use both hands.. no don't close your eyes I am writting graffitte on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we try" ani D
Parallel paths that bend with light,
Soar with sound and twist
With the bitter taste of ash
And sorrow"
"Of recognition through the rings
Of Saturn; flowing like Mercury,
Quicksilver around every star"
this is a beautiful poem, full of wistful imagesand descriptions...
just one thing I'd like to know:in the 3rd stanza, did you mean "personal' or 'personnel'?
-tank
-=don't fear to imagine=-
The same ideals and wondering why
They never met
On Venus.
oh my...
this is sooo incredibly beautiful... why did it not show up on my watch!?
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J
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betty swallocs
-neely
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don't let any spiders bite you on the dick.
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