Hey all, this will be my last post for 2014, on what is now Christmas Eve here in Australia. I want to take the time to thank each and every individual who has shown love and supported this page throughout 2014, making it a momentous year and helping me take enormous steps towards achieving my dreams. I have a great many things in the pipeline for 2015, including news soon on my long-awaited poetry collection book. I aim to break new ground in 2015, keep challenging the status quo, keep working hard to make myself a champion in my field and ultimately give the world the very best of myself and my work. I feel more confident than ever in myself and my abilities, and I have everybody who has liked this page to thank. Thanks for the year, thanks for the love, have a merry Christmas and a safe New Year. I hope to see you all in 2015, a year I hope to claim as my own and a year I am excited to share with you all. Please like, share, comment and do whatever else to this post. I love you all. Heres Madonnas Lament (Much Less Salvation). ** The shadows of fate fall upon the faces, swirling pits of hell, Hounds to bark the trees down, prayers from flattened Earth, Whisper up to the treetops, tales of a setting sun, Collapse upon yourself, supernovas tearing shreds from time, Lighting the tears of sweet children on fire, watching the life ignite in their eyes, Destinys dreamed door, moonlight in night sky, Wayward rioting souls dance with flame afire, defiant limbs twisting like daggers in to the night, Friend, of all race, Friend, of all colour, It is like Pluto, there is no world, You are it. Phosphorous red velvet, dusk skies of lace, Draped across the consciousness, like snakes in the grass, Like snakes on the branch, apple juices and the flowing heart lines, Madonnas score, lament the torched churches and the common worship, Flailing with licks of fire to stay warm, adored by moonlight over shoulder, Lengths of men fall at moments notice, picketed signs rampaging through their hearts, Flee the misunderstood, and give arms to the harmless, Mans riot is far, preach in dirt to worker ants, Forgiving the innocent should not be so hard, heat casts the shadows upon the walls, Dancing away the hours, Friend, of all race, Friend, of all colour, It is no movement, there is none, You are it. Fear is not a climate, hate is not an instinct, Opinions swing so simply, like ropes to be hung with, No fear, there is a dance upon the rooftops to rhythms that transcend hearing, There is a kiss from dreams of sky, to hush loud men into lullabies, Dreams of shimmering white, are shared through the common plight, And lighters are tossed aside, to burn holes in Elders pride, Pillars of worship, stones of gallows, fall like Autumns, Into the snow, Kissed bright stars whisper in hushed tones, forget the tomes, Friend, of all race, Friend, of all colour, Ask not for blessings, you are blessings, You are it. Glance at dancing lights in spherical orchestras, they are your eyes, If your heart too, shall burn, like the North Star in the sky, Let the kindly warmth guide you home, Eyes third and neutral kind, of the stars in the skies, Friend, of all race, Friend, of all colour, Yearn not for stars, to reach stars, You are them. Yet still, You are everything and nothing, Much less salvation.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 14:37:17 +0000
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