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13.12.02
Weaving with tools of the imagination
is a talent that has evolved to be exceedingly rare,
Simpletons are of what society makes of them,
they know not rebelliance nor are they aware of restraints.
Played as puppets they are, unable to retaliate,
upon the inexplicable onslaught of feeble propaganda.
Imagination is the shield with supplements of ignorance.
The most powerful weilder of these are children,
for their minds be not tainted with the limiting facts of science,
theirs is pure,un-interfered,special.
They roam and reign worlds of their own,creation is a neccesity.
Even more rare are those who possess the gift after childhood.
For they will inherit it for all time.
Live
To Gale
posted by Div at 19:31
19.11.02
My tear was pristine as it fell.
Denied expiation for mendaciously living,
denied palliative care despite need,
it was nothing.
In my archway grew a canopy of arms,
lush and vibrance were of no compare,
yet pristine as it was,
one tear evoked a wrath upon my perifery of vision.
My tryst with gamboling fairies ended abrubt.
Blinding rage deriative from an eternity of forbearance,
Consumed with fiery cold hunger...
Subsiding,i found my archway no more.
It was nothing.
Undaunted
To Ezila
posted by Div at 01:48
14.11.02
Starry eyes enveloped the moment before me.
There was but a window of tranquil between torrents of life.
Encased in that window i peered at reflections.
Twice was mine own to see,distorted - beguiled.
Oracles proclaimed angles of prophecies untrue,
twice was mine own to see,
shredings concocted through conundrums unanswered .
Barbarians host a warrior's intent,
once mine not to see...
Paramour...
posted by Div at 04:30
13.11.02
Abeyance thrives upon nothing-ness,solitude to absolve be unique.
Lest clouded, remember magic resides within forgiveness.
In forgiveness granted, and in the forgiveness received.
All depression accentuates agression in the midst of,
careless souls that swarm in couldrons within catacombs of despair.
Freedom of mind is saviour.Let it not be ruled by caprice...
Serenity...
To Clare
posted by Div at 05:54
I revel that I can find solace in my world.A world unconfined by means of convention.
A world very much devoid of periferies or boundaries that would consume me.
A world differently mould. Mine.
It is from this world amongst all else I live with my Snow Queen.She holds much of my cold.
She keeps my dark.She is my Snow queen.
On her silver lined chariot of ice,she sails the skies of my world,pulled by four white horses.
Their hooves frequent the threadings of clouds that are strewn across my world.
I am her's as she is mine.I continually piece together a thousand shards of ice to be her castle.
She is my Snow queen.I love her.
She torments me...
Simplicity...
To Joyce
posted by Div at 03:45
10.11.02
Confined in my realm of abnegation,
Mine wither'st most quick,
by refusal to condone to thy seemingly
aesthetic potryal of living
in which thou hast so adroitly carved.
I conjunct in this, styles of ages.
For flight, so thou can abscond with me
from worlds of which are creations of naive simpletons
to one construed by laws of our minds
I,forever bereft by thee,will wait...
Inspiration...
To Kim
posted by Div at 07:50
9.11.02
The opaquely diaphanous veil of spirituality,
when tampered by the behemoths of sin,
unleashes much incandescent murmurings
that cannot be construed by the delicate
mind of wanderers in the desert of the soul
Imagination...
To Josephine
posted by Div at 22:52
(Is there ever any doubt in the
meaning of all the insane congestion of bellowing
feelings conjured in the darkest recesses
of one's elusive mind,
only to be wrenched frm the tendons tt bind
the fragile heart tightly
When ever so lightly comes the feindish
yet gentle caressing breeze of freedom?)
Hatred...
posted by Div at 22:48
7.11.02
"Now, stop being rude and introduce me to your girlfriend."
"Zedd, this is my friend, Kahlan Amnell."
Zedd peered hard at him,
"Oh, was I wrong? She's not a girl then?"
-*Zeddicus Zu'l Zorrander
posted by Div at 04:16
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