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...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
almost today recently, this was today... and other todays: t... o... d... a... y... where I am really up to, sorta... other todays still thinking they are (or might be) today today? today? today? but truly, today is still missing, cuz I am only up to yesterday... until it returns, below is something to hold on to (or the other todays above) (or, if you're bored with this, go play in the index and see what unmentioned updates are happening) then again, this was once today: (and until I catch up with myself, may still be) "again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky" ~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~ it was midnight in another dream and a new letter was inspired... Rilke and you, of course... once again you reach deeper into me than I wanted anyone to unless they were sitting beside me with arms wide open to hold me as I fall apart, trusting me to come back together as I always do... surviving the infinite abyss of endless desire... alone... it is not true love unless it scares you my lips have almost forgotten what desire means for so long I've been missing my love torn from my heart, breaking all my dreams wounds like this are meant to always bleed silently the moon cries every night buried in subway halls burned in airports why do you think they call them terminals and she loved it when I sang, I sang if it takes forever, I will wait for you and did I know that she was hearing I will always love you and when promising to love until the end of time do we really believe time can not end? meanwhile, deep inside my this heart I know as my own... I still mourn the loss of my first true love a void so feared, an abyss so immense thirty years have not diminished it's power to consume my passion would a million? three decades have not reduced it's intensity time does not effect the inspiration I so fear and still am so drawn to it I live for it and I would die to feel it just one more time again today I live to embrace one who understands one who will drink the blood of wounds meant to always bleed one who will drink the tears of eyes meant always to cry one who will find the child within and the laughter in clouds smiling from within the storm feeling the peaceful eye inside I reach out to warm your hands (a little closer to) . o O ( today? ) O o or . o O ( today? ) O o but maybe . o O ( today? ) O o ummmm . o O ( today? ) O o |
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YESTERDAYS |
TOMORROW |
