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BURNING THE 7th CIRCLE

Rantings from the urban underworld.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

I leave the land of the free tommorow to meet a dream I once knew. Check your time, airportman, and bless the the 8.15. He's rolling fast and free and does he not look like me?
 
Breathing smoke and all empty inside, I left my baby down by the train station. Our love did not follow the course of the sun. But I found new love that rises above the city skyline and sinks behind the turnpike.
 
Well, come on down now Mr.Pilot, come on and seal my fate. My father raised me to find my way. Now I am going to find my state of Grace. I went walking down the edges of my city to the paper man and the Holy land.
 
With no Tamil, I came and no money left a stain on their estate hands. I do not know how some people do it. They just walk away and they do not look back. Because under my father's river in a tunnel of love, my Grandfather's ghost is still cutting the carpet grass.
 
Last night I had a dream of forgiveness. We were walking on sacred ground and a light fell from Heaven with a promise that all lost things are someday to be found.

posted by Guru Chat  # 5:36 PM

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

WHERE HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE? by Hades Ledhumans

I love your messy room, your pink towel and your blue door,
I like your dressing table chair with a hole in it,
Like a doughnut giving an encore,
Yours is a light I have seen never before but recognize as something familiar once more
Where have I seen you before?

Perhaps upon an elven wood with hobbits playing upon it's shore,
You were a fair maiden, and I was the apprentice of the wizard's lore,
Falling in love with your dark hair,
I could see nothing more,
Begone thee from my palace,
said the wizard with an impending roar

Perhaps we we're aliens with our home behind the sun,
Maybe that's why in this lonely world, you feel like the only one,
Your skin was a reason God shone the sun
You turn my red blood into white life,
Suck me dry and be my wife,
Without you, I can not imagine a life

posted by Guru Chat  # 1:49 PM

Monday, July 12, 2004

Can't deny that something's wrong. Throwaway wind blows dusk into dawn. The empty buildings reek of dissepearing friends fading into oblivilion. She will rise above while I fall down in a hole where I don't think that I can be saved. "Don't call me daughter, not fair to, no pictures kept will remind me"---Pearl Jam, "Daughter"

I find your lack of faith heartbreaking. I will die for you. I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart and tear me apart. But you lack resolve. The miniscule becomes the mighty. "Hungry people don't stay hungry for long, they gain strength from fire and smoke and the weak grow strong"---Rage Against The Machine, "New Millenium Home"

posted by Guru Chat  # 4:00 PM

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