Sweet be the tears as come from laughter and mirth....
Wear them well as when the dryness of bitter reality again comes then the test to see can pipers drive the faceless dogs of emptiness out and back to the forest of dark forgetfulness,
Crazed and energetic if willing consider your path
And yet more fallen than ever your comrades in arms mind whisper to you as if cool movement of tenderness between new love, “stand tall arms wide and smile to the unfolding rumble”, its quiet so profound it thunders, as if hearing a searing hiss as meets fire to flesh …
Gaze unblinking witness, wicked things inside your soul as this beginning can muster new conclusions.
With laughter again can come mirth and her merry men of magic smiling her eyes full and deep as they posture outreached with hands just so.
Then the magic flows, this is the moment awaited and still waiting inside a single tear of laughter ………………………………………………….
At times the meaning of truth is a slippery path down the road of myth. Simple static touch in an elegant unselfish way while all around the sound of music gives the blessed relief. It beats ones heart and gives aid to bleed…..all the drops form a stain in red. Red but more than a ruby of life Slippery and wet while newly spread Later in time dried up and dead Nothing is what it seems Its just a moment in passing Its just a moment in time
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Laughter is spiritual and revitalizing….
It doth promote the self in merriment ...
Sweet be the tears as come from laughter and mirth....
Wear them well as when the dryness of bitter reality again comes then the test to see can pipers drive the faceless dogs of emptiness out and back to the forest of dark forgetfulness,
Crazed and energetic if willing consider your path
And yet more fallen than ever your comrades in arms mind whisper to you as if cool movement of tenderness between new love, “stand tall arms wide and smile to the unfolding rumble”, its quiet so profound it thunders, as if hearing a searing hiss as meets fire to flesh …
Gaze unblinking witness, wicked things inside your soul as this beginning can muster new conclusions.
With laughter again can come mirth and her merry men of magic smiling her eyes full and deep as they posture outreached with hands just so.
Then the magic flows, this is the moment awaited and still waiting inside a single tear of laughter ………………………………………………….
Tears of joy – tears of sorrow
At times the meaning of truth is a slippery path down the road of myth.
Simple static touch in an elegant unselfish way while all around the sound of music gives the blessed relief.
It beats ones heart and gives aid to bleed…..all the drops form a stain in red.
Red but more than a ruby of life
Slippery and wet while newly spread
Later in time dried up and dead
Nothing is what it seems
Its just a moment in passing
Its just a moment in time
Bleed with care there is no drop to spare
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