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Something New*********** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eu-xFvLaE68 ********************************* <---this song sets the mood and tempo. Please listen to it while reading to get the desired effect.
A feeling uncurls
Something life changing
A feeling of progress
Wind brushing against coals of my soul
Building them to a new gentle flame
Not hatred, but a want of something new
A feeling as my bones quake
And my hands steady as I reach to the sun
Feeling warmth once again kiss my skin
Feeling an urge to change something not myself
A brief forgetting of the present
Not looking downwind again
Just looking up, eyes closed
Not thinking, a blissful peace
Feeling my heart pump, and not despising the beat
Heat rushing to my face as I smile into the shining azure sky
I don't fit into the rocky terrain, arms out stretched and hair tangled
But I don't fit in anywhere. And that is fine, to be untethered and free
Worthless Auction of PainWasted time
Another worthless rhyme
Most with heart in mind
Some with the mind first
But how are these words
In the long run?
What point do they make?
Whose world do they shake?
None but mine in my greedy consumption
Of lines and their worthless sounds
Trading thought for a meaning
An unequal exchange
Just in a desperate bid
For a shred of understanding
Am I heard?
Am I understood?
Does it matter?
Because everything will always end
And everything will remain the same
Kneeling before pain, taking my blessing
Begging for it, pleading, just to know I am real
This pain in my chest, my heartbeat, is proof I still breathe
And I love it until the second it ends
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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