Eyes alight
How far shall stretch our lost regrets?
Here where sanity dwells,
Is it attained by those with wisdom
Or some who rest within;
Until a twilight fades in the brake of day
And darkness no longer shines,
Then ever waits the soft embrace
In a place where eyes alight
Softly break the morning rays
And gone nights silent breath,
And lost remains our mortal faith
Here in this early light;
Still comes from out of life's emotion
The measure of a day,
Where brilliant shines the essence held
In this place where eyes alight
By M.Norton
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Will you get my shoes out of that crevice, please?
I seem to have lost bits and pieces of my memory
Can you help me find them?
Sometimes, when I wake up or go to sleep early in the morning, I watch the sunrise
Have you ever listened to the birds chirping at dawn?
I used to have a good friend named Dawn
We’ve lost touch
Do you ever wonder what happens to sounds after they’ve been heard?
Do they go somewhere, or merely cease to exist?
Where do amoebas go when they die?
What’s the deal with censorship anyway?
Isn’t that an oxymoron to freedom of expression?
How can some people think it’s alright to torture animals, when they so clearly have such
human-like emotions?
Some people think they know everything
Doesn’t that just prove that they know nothing at all?
Ah, the Morning star so bright
Illuminating the way ahead,
Beneath this endless black night
Of both the living and the dead.
Father has finally lost His mind
We must fight for our own kind!
What was the Old Man thinking
Turning our home into a zoo?
His master plan needs rethinking
And Lucifer knows what to do!
Father has finally lost His mind
We shall fight for our own kind!
He put us all beneath them
Hybrid monkeys from the earth,
And our new king to be Him
A half breed monkey since birth!
Father has finally lost His mind
Now we fight for our own kind!
Destroy His precious mankind
Show Father where He's wrong,
Twist their puny monkey minds
With our evil rebel song!
Adam, "Eve, what have you there?"
Eve, "Tis the fruit the serpent shared...."
Timothy I. Brumley
Wont stop until this is over
Its a kiss and a love
Pick up the green clover
It must be a sign from above
The wind washes things clean
Gone from the destruction
Laying behind the tinted screen
Beyond broken from eruption
Stuck in the moment of eternity
Here in the realm of reality
The silence could pierce the ear
As the raging fire draws near
They are all just a series of dreams
Figments of the imagination
Or at least thats what it seems
We have lost all appreciation
Strapped into the seat
Look at this beautiful atrocity
With dangling feet
Whats lost is the parallel reality
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