· 1:20 pm
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Original Xanga entry ↗To be aware of what completes,
allows me to put at rest,
my heart's slow and steady beat,
irregular... fades... flutters.
I stand and watch the distance,
a pale blue horizon,
it turns and winks at me,
i become certain.
ready.
Come forth,
stand strong,
the battle begins,
the war goes on.
pound... thump... roar!
Regrets are meant for weak,
I listen and do not speak,
a whisper then a tear,
sera, sera...
Was, will, be.
Allow me to raise my arms,
to send the words,
up... away...
Slowly towards euphoria,
it blends, I melt, it comes.
No faith,
veiled future,
irrational time.
Collide, create, climax.
Victory, serenity, calm.

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Anonymous · 5/13/2008 1:48 PM
Great Post! Thanks for sharing!!
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