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Date Posted: 09:04:09 08/17/01 Fri
Author: Pegasus
Subject: Joined By Scorched Passions.

Joined By Scorched Passions.

Here we are,
both stuck and stranded,
in the deserts
of our own marriages,
with emotions dried up,
crawling on all four,
like vague silhouettes
of what we once wanted to be.

Sacredly promised to ourselves,
as well as pledged to others,
eventually deluded by vows
sounding like music,
once long ago,
when the rains pouring down
still loved to catch us in heat
with our own lovers;
now they just feel like words of barbed wire
entangled around hearts still young,
where inner spirits hide behind,
sheltering in the trenches,
dug by shell shock trembling fingers
midst the violence of rejection.

Shown by many wars already
we learned how easily
trenches turn into graves,
either way
they only need to be filled in
to cover up the tragedies of mankind,
since we are the only living,
that invented these multi-functional
holes of loving ignorance.

Blinded by darknesses
living for ages in loneliness,
shoulders went slowly apart
and leaders turned into the followers
of those who walk through life
without a course,
eyes blinded,
ears deafened,
papillae paralized,
nerves insensitive
and noses bleeding the tears,
leaking from yearning hearts,
tumbling down into nothing,
eventually to be wasted,
as they explode upon deserts scorched soil,
just beneath dancing fata morganas,
that lured in wrong directions.

Until one day the Heavens roared
and the Gods got furiously,
casting with anger and hurt,
while their tears poured love upon
desert drought in between,
fertilizing and creating
the emerald meadow,
rich with nurturing grass
and blue ponds of quenching waters,
hemmed by paper fences,
build from the drawings of the children,
showing life when it was still happy,
but now smeared by their tears
eventually crumpled by little fingers
in forceless anger.

As their lightning strikes the fence into a blaze,
they set free the two pots of gold,
each burried in their own deserts,
to melt together in the middle of colors
and let the heat of their passions peel away
the layers of deceased and fossilized love,
unleashing years of dammed energy inside,
that almost suffocated feelings,
but now will unite the hearts
in front of the eyes of the Gods,
where they create a slight sparkle of joy
that slowly wanes the anger
from the divine hearts.

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Re: Joined By Scorched Passions. -- WindWalker, 12:57:22 08/17/01 Fri
Re: Joined By Scorched Passions. -- Flying Colors, 12:00:16 08/20/01 Mon