The Decline of TruthThe smoldering embers of a tree Once shinning the life of men Remind the story of the sad illusion That was to be the decline of truth. Taken by the fire of madness Stoked by the anger within, The clear ponds reflected the brave knight The hero of truth The bringer of illusion. Stricken by the light of darkness The sky is forever in chaos As the light that once gave it color Was devoured by the demon of madness. The leaves that flew in the winds Now rest by the embers reflecting illusion And the smoldering heat of truth Became apparent as the heroThe Decline of Truth
Lies Lived in SilenceThe smoke rises, Seeping through endless twilight And searing my flesh. A looking glass, Clear as the moon shines,Lies Lived in Silence
Presented itself
And I looked into myself. Things I never did but should of And things I did but shouldn’t have Drifted into the night, Mingling with the smoke Seemingly merging Until the last of the thick curls Where caught by a question never answered. The lies I lived through in silence
Were projected to my past As I saw the present pass Desperately trying to catch the future. But no matter how close the future s
InkPaper meets Pen.Ink
Or is it Pen meets Paper?
This phenomenon of feelings on paper is inexplicable.
The hand gliding over the paper
On its own accord.
Like your just the audience
Of a play,
A story,
A movie,
Shouting some suggestions
As the show rolls by.
Your ideas spill out on paper
As if the ink of the pen
Was a part of your mind.
The hand,
The pen,
The paper.
They dont need to plan,
Dont need to think. &nb
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dA is for the literary arts, too.
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You cannot die McClowd.
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You cannot die McClowd.
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