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confessions of a treasure hunt in the middle of th
November 2009 
almost invisible
Posted on Nov 8th, 2009
by 
Shanti
Shanti
Stay,
As you are.
time folds it's arms against my chest
Unimpressed with my caged contortions
Illusionists tricks of yesterday tommorrow
of movement from here
Pull the walls closer round me,
tonight I need to feel less alive.
No longer young enough to know everything
Like I had thought;
The shock comfortingly overwhelming,
of possiblities.
Unmasked my horrer stalks inside me
aching her silent apologies of hope.
I wanted to be lonely,
to see what was left when everything else was gone
the feeling of feelings,
being me.
My friends on the T.V require only my suspended disbeleif
swapping names and personalities
they forgive me, visit me while I'm asleep,
Love me with Sins.
Giving stories
that exist without me.
So I can only be half real
can't bear the accusation of fire in your eyes
because in my blindness I earned respect from the dark
Learned patience from a stone
tied around my neck
as I bear it all, in this molten river of Love
As you are.
time folds it's arms against my chest
Unimpressed with my caged contortions
Illusionists tricks of yesterday tommorrow
of movement from here
Pull the walls closer round me,
tonight I need to feel less alive.
No longer young enough to know everything
Like I had thought;
The shock comfortingly overwhelming,
of possiblities.
Unmasked my horrer stalks inside me
aching her silent apologies of hope.
I wanted to be lonely,
to see what was left when everything else was gone
the feeling of feelings,
being me.
My friends on the T.V require only my suspended disbeleif
swapping names and personalities
they forgive me, visit me while I'm asleep,
Love me with Sins.
Giving stories
that exist without me.
So I can only be half real
can't bear the accusation of fire in your eyes
because in my blindness I earned respect from the dark
Learned patience from a stone
tied around my neck
as I bear it all, in this molten river of Love
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And you bare the visitation of the death defiler
who sets a torch to your dreams
smelting gold
and when love takes hold
you're not even sure which body to move
to express the fullness and the emptiness
and you will not be satisfied
until existence is your lover
until it is you
and there are no others,
to have, to hold.
Til that day, come as you are.
TY Doug, Such a pleasure to be got, to be touched, by you here ! You make me feel welcome inside my own skin, how did you get inside my Soul? :)