PiHKAL
Bluelighter
I have no idea what corner of my mind this came from, but I do know that it is another from my little book of poetry. Enjoy.
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The Wandering Wondering
we wander at night through the garden maze,
quite curious to see what we can find.
at the center we know is the fountain,
our return to the land of the awoken.
somehow our safe passage here is guaranteed, no matter how troublesome the path becomes.
findings are unexpected
always something you feel has no relevance,
but alas my dear friend,
for you need to look deeper,
deeper than you ever thought possible,
for this is a dream...
stange things happen, they could have strange meanings.
you may run into the wandering zebra,
he himself trying to find what he is looking for.
One night, you may even find yourself sitting by the piano,
playing like a madman,
yet you never learned how.
the red roses that shimmer,
although beggin to be touched
may be laced with the deadliest of poisins.
anything is possible, and truth be know...
do what you must, but be sure it is what you want.
the stars above keep constant watch,
they are here to guide you in your resting adventures.
there is one star however that is especially concerned,
for when it has died you shall no longer awaken.
such a bright tale with such a dull ending,
how one interprets is truly their own.
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Wierd as hell huh?
Peace..
Gareth
When I look at where I've been
And I think of where I'm going
I find that both roads bend in
same directions, ever flowing
-Caress, the stirrer of emotions.
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The Wandering Wondering
we wander at night through the garden maze,
quite curious to see what we can find.
at the center we know is the fountain,
our return to the land of the awoken.
somehow our safe passage here is guaranteed, no matter how troublesome the path becomes.
findings are unexpected
always something you feel has no relevance,
but alas my dear friend,
for you need to look deeper,
deeper than you ever thought possible,
for this is a dream...
stange things happen, they could have strange meanings.
you may run into the wandering zebra,
he himself trying to find what he is looking for.
One night, you may even find yourself sitting by the piano,
playing like a madman,
yet you never learned how.
the red roses that shimmer,
although beggin to be touched
may be laced with the deadliest of poisins.
anything is possible, and truth be know...
do what you must, but be sure it is what you want.
the stars above keep constant watch,
they are here to guide you in your resting adventures.
there is one star however that is especially concerned,
for when it has died you shall no longer awaken.
such a bright tale with such a dull ending,
how one interprets is truly their own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wierd as hell huh?
Peace..
Gareth
When I look at where I've been
And I think of where I'm going
I find that both roads bend in
same directions, ever flowing
-Caress, the stirrer of emotions.
