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A heart breaks, it shatters into tiny pieces when she leaves. She says to you” this love is nothing true, I never felt anything with you”. You look at her in heartbreak, she walks away like you were just mirror image of a ghost that you will soon be. As you drop to the ground crying out “please! Lord save me!” Those screams echo through time. You can hear your heartbeat stop and as you fall over on the ground all you can see is her face as she walks away. You lie there broken and motionless, your soul shall move on and you shall parish with the last words “this love is nothing true.”
Published 5th Jun 2012
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5th Jun 2012 6:10pm
"This love is not true."
I come to you as a man selling air,
And you will think twice at the offer and price,
And you will argue that nothing is there,
Although we know that it is – everywhere.
I bring a formula largely untold –
Of forces, mixed with between and betwixt,
And only seen when allowed to unfold,
And better felt when the body is cold.
"This love is not true."
I have a map to the home of the soul,
Beyond the mind is a golden find –
The paradox is a guide to the goal –
Though doubt is sacred, each man is the Whole.
"This love is not true."
Intention
Yes maybe you are right and the development of heart breaks, Or broken heart and soul into very small pieces when you leave.
Love our lives and close the eyes and see the memories and tell you
"this love is something that is true, I never felt any work with you."
Tree and are you weak and sad and as you say, you look her in grief, she walks away as if you're just the mirror image of a ghost which will be soon. Such as flashes of distant and deserted paradise and you see the fire of hell and see hell eats love .. as you drop to the ground screaming
"Please!, O Lord, save me! Beloved memories of love and do not miss, but I make too .. I hear cries and screams sorrow between the lines, I hear "
This screams echo through time. You can listen to your station heartbeat, and as you fall to the ground all you can see is her face as they walk away.
There are broken and lie down motionless, and your soul will go forward as you flock with the last words .. And drawing the line between fantasy and delirium and to engage in dreams and in closing the doors and lights and I see freedom restricted and prisoners of Love
"this love is not true."
But .. I have become .. I'm like a slave and prisoner of love .. Love and left me and the key constraints .. But she says in the poem and singing a depth of screams, "This love is not true."
FELT DIMLY in the soul, by world-man unconceived;
Unknown Goal of all yearning;
The Fullness that fills the inner void,
Completing the half-forms of outer life;
The Eternal Beloved, veiled in the objects of human desire;
Undying, Timeless, Everlasting;
Old as Infinity, yet ever new as up springing youth;
Pearl beyond price, Peace all-enveloping;
Divinity spreading through all.
"Blown-out" in the grand conflagration of Eternity,
Death destroyed as a dream no longer remembered.
Life below but a living death,
Nirvana the ever-living Reality.
Divine Elixir, the Breath of all creatures;
The Bliss of full Satisfaction;
Uncreated, though ceaseless Creativeness;
Ecstasy of ecstasies, thrilling through and through,
Freed from the price of ignoble pleasure;
The Rest of immeasurable refreshment,
Sustaining the labors embodied;
The one Meaning giving worth to all effort;
Balancing the emptiness of living death,
With values beyond conceiving.
The Goal of all searching, little understood,
By few yet attained, though free to all.
Sought afar, but never found,
For closer IT lies than all possession;
Closer than home, country or race,
Closer than friend, companion, or Guide,
Closer than the body, feeling, or thought,
For closest of all IT lies,
Thine own true SELF.
I come to you as a man selling air,
And you will think twice at the offer and price,
And you will argue that nothing is there,
Although we know that it is – everywhere.
I bring a formula largely untold –
Of forces, mixed with between and betwixt,
And only seen when allowed to unfold,
And better felt when the body is cold.
"This love is not true."
I have a map to the home of the soul,
Beyond the mind is a golden find –
The paradox is a guide to the goal –
Though doubt is sacred, each man is the Whole.
"This love is not true."
Intention
Yes maybe you are right and the development of heart breaks, Or broken heart and soul into very small pieces when you leave.
Love our lives and close the eyes and see the memories and tell you
"this love is something that is true, I never felt any work with you."
Tree and are you weak and sad and as you say, you look her in grief, she walks away as if you're just the mirror image of a ghost which will be soon. Such as flashes of distant and deserted paradise and you see the fire of hell and see hell eats love .. as you drop to the ground screaming
"Please!, O Lord, save me! Beloved memories of love and do not miss, but I make too .. I hear cries and screams sorrow between the lines, I hear "
This screams echo through time. You can listen to your station heartbeat, and as you fall to the ground all you can see is her face as they walk away.
There are broken and lie down motionless, and your soul will go forward as you flock with the last words .. And drawing the line between fantasy and delirium and to engage in dreams and in closing the doors and lights and I see freedom restricted and prisoners of Love
"this love is not true."
But .. I have become .. I'm like a slave and prisoner of love .. Love and left me and the key constraints .. But she says in the poem and singing a depth of screams, "This love is not true."
FELT DIMLY in the soul, by world-man unconceived;
Unknown Goal of all yearning;
The Fullness that fills the inner void,
Completing the half-forms of outer life;
The Eternal Beloved, veiled in the objects of human desire;
Undying, Timeless, Everlasting;
Old as Infinity, yet ever new as up springing youth;
Pearl beyond price, Peace all-enveloping;
Divinity spreading through all.
"Blown-out" in the grand conflagration of Eternity,
Death destroyed as a dream no longer remembered.
Life below but a living death,
Nirvana the ever-living Reality.
Divine Elixir, the Breath of all creatures;
The Bliss of full Satisfaction;
Uncreated, though ceaseless Creativeness;
Ecstasy of ecstasies, thrilling through and through,
Freed from the price of ignoble pleasure;
The Rest of immeasurable refreshment,
Sustaining the labors embodied;
The one Meaning giving worth to all effort;
Balancing the emptiness of living death,
With values beyond conceiving.
The Goal of all searching, little understood,
By few yet attained, though free to all.
Sought afar, but never found,
For closer IT lies than all possession;
Closer than home, country or race,
Closer than friend, companion, or Guide,
Closer than the body, feeling, or thought,
For closest of all IT lies,
Thine own true SELF.
10th Jun 2012 10:30am
