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From your lips- Pouring like lava 'midst white Hot coals-you fool- Once, but no more How long-how long- You stuffed my ears with cotton Sealed them with ice So cold-the air burned So cold not even the fiery liquid -From your lips- Could melt- Could cool- I breathed in the crystallized air Ate it Reveled in it My eyes, my ears sealed shut Frost-spun from iron spool- On my skin. Not willing to face the fire I blindly leaped into the frost Lost-lost-lost- False guidance...from you? How dare you...youth...truth Idle threats echo in this shell Your shell, you know Made by your- The fiery rock has cooled No more secrets

fly cast of your bonds and- breath in the silver clouds feel the support of the wind as you leave this mortal coil- let your heart travel where it may everywhere, yet nowhere, you- catch a melodie on the breeze and join in its dance among the cloud-capp'd towers the gorgeous palaces the solemn temples the great globe itself enter the dreams of the world and- fly

Hush little one My precious my dear Forget all your worries Your thoughts and your fears The nightingale's sleeping The willows are weeping Stars in the sky are like glittering tears Sleep little one In the lush velvet night With the moon as your pillow Let dreams be your light As all rivers run dry You are safe in the sky Soar above stormclouds in glorious flight Rest little one The world's unbearably cold The waters so deep The mountains so old Every bell has been rung Every song has been sung And yours is the tale forever untold

footsteps in the dark I smell I feel budding maniacal laughter the power of terror my terrible tremor a frozen grin and darting eyes what fun- what great fun- to dance under moon and cringe at the sun to block out the light and soon-ah, much to soon- for all games must end and no maze ever fades though fools are led by tangled threads- a gordian knot and how deceptive easily lost, these ties quickly sever to hold fast onto life is to loose it forever but my terror- my terrible tremor- eternal, and forever

Make merry, make merry Rich wines and dark sherry The battle is over Our enemies dead Spreading terrible fright We tore through the night While all of our little ones Were safe in their beds Cry a toast, cry a toast Let every man boast Of glorious deeds On barren red grounds Baptized in blood We'll dance in the mud Our feet know the beat To war's jovial sounds

The heart and soul of every puzzle past The knot that named the ruler of Telmissus True prophet of Phrygia, unsurpassed Guide to disciples favored by Dionysus Such massive cords encircle all and bind A city to the turning wheel of fate To some, the guardians of fate are blind The key to any puzzle? Naked blade- Left tattered threads, destroyed for honor's sake While men of Pella celebrate and boast How golden lion sundered tangled snakes And tore a gash towards the eastern coast Now dust and ash and long lost dynasties Are all that's left of fates haughty decrees

A pillow of cobwebs A blanket of dust Still as death in my desolate house But I hear him at night Though he stays out of sight My wizened apothecary mouse My mouse, my mouse Mixing tonics and tinctures Tonics and tinctures for me My mouse, my mouse, My chemical mouse Good god, I can finally see With the moon in my eyes And salt on my lips I watch candles dance in the night In every head (Except for the dead) Now brisk winds give me terrible frights Because of my mouse, my mouse Mixing tonics and tinctures Tonics and tinctures at night My mouse, my mouse My beautiful mouse Now my mind darts in fanciful flight At night

He flickers in and out through chasms roughly ripped from sky to ground a will-o'-wisp, an Eidolon: the Shadow-on the ground He stalks the idle flowers and rapacious, eats them up petals crushed in vicious Maw the nectar-in a cup- of wilted ivy, bark and sludge how it reeks of rotting meat- the sickly smell of happy hell so dissonant- so sweet under sky like oily sheen he moves from poppy-tulip-rose- each vile step seeps deep beneath and to the Root it goes-

Alice reaches out her lily hand To the twin she'll never know She sends hypnotic ripples through And marvels at the icy touch Unyielding, but no more- For liquid glass-like sedatives Leaves not a trace behind- And such a wonder supersedes The awful crimson flow From jagged shards-not parlor sap, which, Reflecting, seeks escape From gilded frames of Narcissus (They are so tired of this room, you know And your persistent face) But what you see is not the truth It's hiding in a game Of mice and men And cards and queens And one thousand noble clams Her fate has set the pieces And her hand has stuffed them full With her life

Here's a tale, the old goat cried, Of noble mice and men Of journeys far beyond the brink, And journeys back again And every place caught in between And the loss of many friends He harrumphed one moment more To better venerate his age And all the young ones gathered round To commemorate their sage He assured them of his wisdom; For he had eaten every page So he began: once long ago, When we were but a dream, The sea was clean, the winds were true Pure of filthy coal and steam And all lands undiscovered Left in many eye a gleam Nine gleams were boldly peeking out; There were two for every head Except the cook, who lost an e

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Je tombe Sombre Lente chute de douceur Abandon des douleurs Quand je te vois En moi