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Currents of Time The moon shimmers over the waters and I dance upon the waves, like a conductor who wishes the entire nightscape to cooperate in unison. The clouds part, and the moon fiercely stares as I stare back; gazing into each others soul. I smile and thank it for its role in the perpetual dance; the universes musical essence. If one could plug directly into the stars and hear the pulse of the great machinator soul, here it is. What words do justice to a color, sound, or energy? To feel existence rush right through you; to know. And so I keep playing, walking down this path in this graveyard ocean, at the foot of the stars. Tonight I flow in graceful motion and synchronicity with the dead. Their stories running through the tips of my fingers and my tongue, ready to be heard. In this endless expanse of subatomic bliss, the line between all things blurs, and I feel timeless. The past, present, and future all vibrating, interacting, delightfully reciprocating in me; completion. I have become a time-span soul; eternal.

Currents of Time

The moon shimmers over the waters and I dance upon the waves, like a conductor who wishes the entire nightscape to cooperate in unison.

The clouds part, and the moon fiercely stares as I stare back; gazing into each others soul.

I smile and thank it for its role in the perpetual dance; the universes musical essence.

If one could plug directly into the stars and hear the pulse of the great machinator soul, here it is.

What words do justice to a color, sound, or energy? To feel existence rush right through you; to know.

And so I keep playing, walking down this path in this graveyard ocean, at the foot of the stars.

Tonight I flow in graceful motion and synchronicity with the dead.

Their stories running through the tips of my fingers and my tongue, ready to be heard.

In this endless expanse of subatomic bliss, the line between all things blurs, and I feel timeless.

The past, present, and future all vibrating, interacting, delightfully reciprocating in me; completion. I have become a time-span soul; eternal.

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Our Tryst Oh deep sorrow, drip slowly into my essence as the dreary day forms its enchanting greys. Contort my edges into the shape of despair; an expanding visage of melancholy. Harbinger of a thousand broken dreams, I fade into the abyss; passing without resistance. With hollow eyes I pierce into your being, leading you into these receding waters of this black ocean. It is here that the precipice of madness stirs it’s stagnate brew; ours to consume eternally. Martyrs for an ailing world, we carry our crosses to this oblivion; a haunting crescendo. While breathing in the shadows, we grace the tapestry of our shackled souls; our scars painting our beauty. Here we shall forever fade, our memory remaining in song; each note a tear for us that is shed.

Our Tryst

Oh deep sorrow, drip slowly into my essence as the dreary day forms its enchanting greys.

Contort my edges into the shape of despair; an expanding visage of melancholy.

Harbinger of a thousand broken dreams, I fade into the abyss; passing without resistance.

With hollow eyes I pierce into your being, leading you into these receding waters of this black ocean.

It is here that the precipice of madness stirs it’s stagnate brew; ours to consume eternally.

Martyrs for an ailing world, we carry our crosses to this oblivion; a haunting crescendo.

While breathing in the shadows, we grace the tapestry of our shackled souls; our scars painting our beauty.

Here we shall forever fade, our memory remaining in song; each note a tear for us that is shed.

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The misshapen Heart Her visage stains the rooms of my memories, like paint splattered on a carpet; a forever tainted perspective. My eyes stuck, mesmerized by the inconsistent presentation of her pattern-less essence. Flames burn in a randomness that can’t be charted; and love also follows in similar fashion, down its own unseen path. But I keep playing the game, regardless of the multitude of unfortunate outcomes. I crave such poisons as much as the very air that I breathe; a pain I know so well. Despite the extensive quantity of accumulated scars, I push onward, accepting my fate. For even one hundred tiny deaths, is worth but a moment of such grace.

The misshapen Heart

Her visage stains the rooms of my memories, like paint splattered on a carpet; a forever tainted perspective.

My eyes stuck, mesmerized by the inconsistent presentation of her pattern-less essence.

Flames burn in a randomness that can’t be charted; and love also follows in similar fashion, down its own unseen path.

But I keep playing the game, regardless of the multitude of unfortunate outcomes.

I crave such poisons as much as the very air that I breathe; a pain I know so well.

Despite the extensive quantity of accumulated scars, I push onward, accepting my fate.

For even one hundred tiny deaths, is worth but a moment of such grace.



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Intoxicating Chains Pierced by your roses thorns, I let it bleed a bit, simply admiring your work. The texture of your presence over flows my senses, and I am left helpless; though admittedly, I hardly put up a fight. Your existence is a drug, and with no desire for rehabilitation, I proceed with your use; avoiding one kind of oblivion, by embracing yours. September 2013

Intoxicating Chains


Pierced by your roses thorns, I let it bleed a bit, simply admiring your work.

The texture of your presence over flows my senses, and I am left helpless; though admittedly, I hardly put up a fight.

Your existence is a drug, and with no desire for rehabilitation, I proceed with your use; avoiding one kind of oblivion, by embracing yours.

September 2013

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Divinity and Loss I saw you from a distance, and the light that permeated from your being. I wanted to be closer, hoping to take in even just a sip of your essence. You looked my way, as if sensing my presence in the distance; you offered me your hand. I took it, with hesitation, feeling a rush like fire, more refreshing than a summer breeze; more intense than an electric charge. In that second, I knew what it meant to live; to love; to be..... But a moment later, you let go, and left me; my glimmering shine fading like a dying star. I am now bare and empty; but a specter in the shadows of a lightly lit room. I sit here in eternity, chained to your memory, until I take my last breath and fade away into the nether. -dan thomas July 22, 2013 at 8:14 PM

Divinity and Loss




I saw you from a distance, and the light that permeated from your being.

I wanted to be closer, hoping to take in even just a sip of your essence.

You looked my way, as if sensing my presence in the distance; you offered me your hand.

I took it, with hesitation, feeling a rush like fire, more refreshing than a summer breeze; more intense than an electric charge.

In that second, I knew what it meant to live; to love; to be.....

But a moment later, you let go, and left me; my glimmering shine fading like a dying star.

I am now bare and empty; but a specter in the shadows of a lightly lit room.

I sit here in eternity, chained to your memory, until I take my last breath and fade away into the nether.


-dan thomas July 22, 2013 at 8:14 PM

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