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Laughter, Tears and Whispers

Laughter, Tears and Whispers
in the Night...


--
You told Me You I'd be here Forever,
yet in the morning we were separated...again
--

Eyes closed, hands grasping
for something...

Yes, reality struck us both
like cruel thunder
during daylight

but...
as we crossed that bridge
I knew you could feel my intention

like a shooting star

softly sweeping,

across your night's sky...
--


~So tell me what matters in the end... I really need to know...

Woman, Man, Free, Captured, Dark, Short, Old, Christian, Muslim, Indonesian, English, Black, Sunni, White, Catholic, Red, Rich, Blue, Poor, Handsome, Ugly, You, Me..Them...Them..

Limited limited limited limited limited...
Human, human, human...oh human...

Submitted, submitted...oh submitted..

--
~I was told once, a long long time ago,
that my Religion was nameless
and that it had no beginning
nor any ending...

and I knew then,
that I was only someone
floating alongside a river
half awake, half asleep
listening to the sounds
of scared children
only transciently aware
of their mother's breath
and that I'd see

them all wake up

some day

and wander

in the dark...
--

~So tell me what matters in the end... I really need to know...


--
Laughter, Tears and Whispers
during night

and in the morning I keep looking,
for Fitrah...

for the One I Love...

I keep on looking, keep searching

I keep hoping...


To see the Sun
melted...

To see glitter
dancing
in your eyes
whenever You smile...

To see the Reflection
of a thousand Stars,

as they cling onto the Moon
like a picture of a family
finally reunited...


---
~~Like laughter, tears and whispers...
in the night...




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Publicerad 2009-10-02 22:42

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L Patrik W Johansson VIP
The Aeon of Horus is here: and its first flower may well be this: that, freed of the obsession of the doom of the Ego in Death, and of the limitation of the Mind by Reason, the best men again set out with eager eyes upon the Path of the Wise, the mountain track of the goat, and then the untrodden Ridge, that leads to the ice-gleaming pinnacles of Mastery!

- Alerister Crowley "Essays"

håller nu på med EA Poe (the sleeper) mfl

och kul att du skriver igen

Be well,
LPatrikWJ
2009-10-02





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