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Contemplation
Upon the decaying tree of life. A man contemplates, sits alone, adrift upon the sea of life. Rainbows - a holographic universe lies before tired, old eyes. In life… all changes, it dies. Tear drops, from the heart fall, as heavy rain. Flowing forth from the brain. Ever there, awake… asleep, permeating waters so deep. The heart of another, not to keep. A Beautiful Chinese Angel. Images of, from heart shaped teardrops stands between the lone man adrift and the holographic universe he contemplates, he remembers her in a translucent, rainbow gown B. J. “A” 2 October 27th, 2011 Beautiful Illussions Beautiful Illusions, have fallen from barren branches like a million Autumn, clocked leaves, falling from trees. The roots of this craft, that supports this alone man, drifting upon waves … from this sea of life - decay. Dreams fragment, splinter, break down, dissipate in the light of a reality… forced not chosen. Dreams become a trillion, tiny, holographic particles, adrift upon the light of morning breezes, and the darkness of midnight hours. Dewdrops, glistening, reflecting, refracting the essences of songs never published. Songs Songs of love… lyrics I would love to compose, if not, but for little deaths that dictate the tones, the beat - the urges guide what I seem to write - dirges. B. J. “A” 2 October 27, 2011
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