chronicles of exile II:[dawn of lies]

chronicles of exile II:[dawn of lies]


tell me please, the difference between you and me
where your road ends and mine begins swelling through a pervasive sea
transparency is clouded though my empire vowed to remain crystal clear
held upon the arrival of transferred communication, all sensibilities lost
which only costs me in the end as your charms transcend the ages
complicating stages of dignity, while our language changes
leaving me somewhat deranged on the mountaintop
where i plummet in the strangest exchange of words
united, but somewhat distant are the verbs heard across the winds
i begin to understand that maybe there is no real place for me
exclusive lands upon which to cast myself free, a separate jurisdiction
where i can plant a province of quiet separation, conversing occurs
as familiar intercourse, developing a slow occupation of territory
not for anyone’s glory, but for the sake of trust which as you know is a must
to bridge my divide and awakens security’s tide
heralding a gospel of calm spreading throughout the district of my psyche
it is likely that this border can be crossed, although i am sometimes lost
in tradition, begging for understanding of my obtuse dereliction
suspicion creeps into my confined audience lacking true radiance
disciplined in questioning, often times sequestering
methods of intervention cannot erase linguistics of disgrace
which have left an extreme bitter taste
reformed i cannot be made, stalking the blade of strategic cries
forgiving condemned in collusion with the dawn of lies…

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“Death must be so beautiful.
To lie in the soft brown earth,
with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence.
To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow.
To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”

~ Oscar Wilde ~


©tk 3.17.2009