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A cusp of over flow
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On the eve of the freeing from my past
It lay,
Carried away, upon a cusp of over flow,
Hidden, away in outer darkness,
Along rigid golden footsteps towards doom,
Along with the losing of life’s key
My youth, and vitality
There arose, lamentation
Weeping and gnashing of my teeth,
I took to writing down the words
The feelings that I had,
And my initial reactions once Twas done;
Darkly wonderful past,
peppered with bright and free'er breathing, on the horizon of a glorious future;
Wondering and talking to myself
I need you, I don’t need you
I need you, no I don’t need you
Oh how I need you, leave me, I don’t need you,
But that is the wonderful duality of it
Isn’t it,
Oh how you had a way,
One by one, they are coming through
Though never knowing where the dark and my night is coming
Nor where the summer wine is left flowing
But it is good and empty as my soul
In lonely secrecy, flesh and cravings revealed
I remember well,
During the summer of my winterion storm
During the ringing of my bell,
Naked and empty Neath my winter cloths
Remembering useless things my hands have done,
The inner door is flown open
When the shadow wolf, my ancient spirit of death
Steals me away,
Where doth he lead my soul, it’s a flowing
How I needed you,
I need you, I need you, I need you
Lord; who is it,
Who found me by fire, when the wild wind is blowing, who shall I say is calling me
Those in my life that weep,
Let them begin;
And those who stayed far away,
Let them stay,
For one by one, I turn mine ears unto their calling
The open and closed hearted few
One by one, let them stay or come
And one by one, let them leave
One by one
Where is it,
For one by one, friends, night and wine are flowing
One by one, no one knows where it is that it is going
Why, cannot it stay that way;
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On the eve of the freeing from my past
It lay,
Carried away, upon a cusp of over flow,
Hidden, away in outer darkness,
Along rigid golden footsteps towards doom,
Along with the losing of life’s key
My youth, and vitality
There arose, lamentation
Weeping and gnashing of my teeth,
I took to writing down the words
The feelings that I had,
And my initial reactions once Twas done;
Darkly wonderful past,
peppered with bright and free'er breathing, on the horizon of a glorious future;
Wondering and talking to myself
I need you, I don’t need you
I need you, no I don’t need you
Oh how I need you, leave me, I don’t need you,
But that is the wonderful duality of it
Isn’t it,
Oh how you had a way,
One by one, they are coming through
Though never knowing where the dark and my night is coming
Nor where the summer wine is left flowing
But it is good and empty as my soul
In lonely secrecy, flesh and cravings revealed
I remember well,
During the summer of my winterion storm
During the ringing of my bell,
Naked and empty Neath my winter cloths
Remembering useless things my hands have done,
The inner door is flown open
When the shadow wolf, my ancient spirit of death
Steals me away,
Where doth he lead my soul, it’s a flowing
How I needed you,
I need you, I need you, I need you
Lord; who is it,
Who found me by fire, when the wild wind is blowing, who shall I say is calling me
Those in my life that weep,
Let them begin;
And those who stayed far away,
Let them stay,
For one by one, I turn mine ears unto their calling
The open and closed hearted few
One by one, let them stay or come
And one by one, let them leave
One by one
Where is it,
For one by one, friends, night and wine are flowing
One by one, no one knows where it is that it is going
Why, cannot it stay that way;
```~~~...~~~```
Published 7th Jan 2016
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8th Jan 2016 7:54am
Seasons change, ideas change, but there are emotions that no matter how hard we try, never seemed to leave. Personal history has a way of coming back to the forefront, sometimes at the most unexepected moments.
