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Loveless
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end.
The goddess descends from the sky.
Wings of light and dark spread afar.
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess.
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water’s surface.
The wandering soul knows no rest.
The gift of the goddess is what the three men seek.
But their fates are scattered by war
One becomes a hero, one wanders the land.
And the last is taken prisoner
But the three are still bound by a solemn oath.
To seek the answer together, once again
There is no hate, only joy.
For you are beloved by the goddess.
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is high
Though the prisoner escapes, he is gravely wounded.
His life is saved, however.
By a woman of the opposing nation
He begins a life of seclusion with her.
Which seems to hold the promise of eternal bliss
But as happiness grows, so does guilt.
Of not fulfilling the oath to his friends
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow.
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire.
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction.
The prisoner departs with his newfound love.
And embarks on a new journey
He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss.
And the oath that he swore to his friends
Though no oath is shared between the lovers.
In their hearts they know they will meet again
My friend, the fates are cruel.
There are no dreams, no honor remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance.
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation.
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak.
Of sacrifice at world’s end
The wind sails over the water’s surface.
Quietly, but surely
Even if the morrow is barren of promises.
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land.
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
Sunday, October 12, 2008
longing
5:10 PM

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle—
Why not I with thine?


See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?


the feeling of lost
5:04 PM

With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear.
It needs no art,
With faint, averted feet
And many a tear,
In our opposèd paths to persevere.
Go thou to East,
I West.
We will not say
There 's any hope, it is so far away.
But, O, my Best,
When the one darling of our widowhead,
The nursling Grief,
Is dead,
And no dews blur our eyes
To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies,
Perchance we may,
Where now this night is day,
And even through faith of still averted feet,
Making full circle of our banishment,
Amazèd meet;
The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet
Seasoning the termless feast of our content
With tears of recognition never dry.


A Divine Rapture
4:52 PM


E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am;
so He is mine.
E'en so we met;
and after long pursuit,
E'en so we joined;
we both became entire;
No need for either to renew a suit,
For I was flax, and
He was flames of fire:
Our firm-united souls did more than twine;
So I my Best-beloved's am;
so He is mine.

If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all:
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world 's but theirs; but my
Beloved's mine.


Thursday, October 9, 2008
8:26 PM

Happy Birthday to the following !
7/10 - Jian Feng
9/10 - Gerald
10/10 - Agatha


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