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April Left With Silence

silence.
silence was the last words we spoke
it filled the air heavy with forevers
and the failing smells of yesterday
"this wasn't my intention..." is now a haunting...
the ghost of wispering thougths
ive bled these nights dry with tears
so, here's to sleepless cold and dreams of insecurity
and like before, im left with silence
and the sound of a heart breaking

it's pieces crumble to the floor, promise falls quiet
between stillness and silence, i hear your voice say
"my child i will pick up the pieces"
promise falls quiet between stillness and silence.


- lyrics by xHopesfallx


LOVE

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

-The Great "Pablo Neruda"



TWENTY LOVE POEMS AND A SONG OF DESPAIR


Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.


- The Great "Pablo Neruda"


A change...a turning...hearts that learn to love and forget to hate...the end of a system that makes us distrust each other...children's laughter... honest friendships...strangers trusting strangers...the end of nations...the end of war and the end of religions and the genesis of LOVE.

- Boy Sets Fire (The Day The Sun Went Out)

ENDEAVOR

each new day draws near the final hour lamentations for a breaking dawn, on this endeavor for the truth waiting in the shadows of a recent fall looking up at the darkened sky that only gets worse yearning for a cathartic experience to break the shackles of my own time, the only witness to the abolition of man or death is the destiny of all bleakness, the end, but a light on the horizon... my will surpasses my failures my goals, my triumph my grave awaits every step taken in defiance of this world... leads and another will follow...