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13 years ago
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BY ME...
"Each of us shares a dance through the music of life. Its various rhythms and melodies exhausting us in an ocean of emotions. But we dance not with our lovers nor our friends. Our mirror images is whom with which we dance with. It is only ourselves that we must face everyday. So quiver not with fear at the crooked smile..."
"It is the dreams we live for that sings to our soul and keeps us walking as our allies aid us, and it is then we find happiness in the now."
"Destiny is the word we use to determine our fates for ourselves so that we believe in the unknown even though we fear it."
"It is not the whisper of another that urges you on but you're own heart crying out for the change."
"It is not the flame that smolders the very breath but the wind that feeds it. The ocean is not immovable nor immobile but manipulated by the wind itself. Feel the wind and thou is untouchable."
"Dares you to look beyond the deaths of our societal truths, to see the lies...that we tell ourselves. Then we can see the truth of ourselves for who we are in respectful and dignified love."
"Stand up and face the unreasonable tyranny before us so that the history that was created for the better of today is not desecrated."
"Do the heavens deny me so? Are my eternal tears for nothing...can no other hear her fervent whispers? Her sweet nothings in her twisting leaves, swaying branches and calling fields. Or her wind born wings, her adored mewling of the feline babe and the mortal eyes of a fresh born child. They hold an innocence like no other, conceived from the Mother herself. So shall I cry into the infinite or will they hear me?"
"The ethereal feather twisting in corrupted black gales does taunt the wicked and the wise but it feeds the crushing rise in the pregnant moon's coveted light for though you hunger what you do not see it is the predator that will gleefully feed even in the blinding curves of the unending cries locked in the calling nothingness of your guise."
"Take all that you can, my love. For in this moment of twisting and unending reality, it is we who are lost. So take all that you can, my love, for soon all shall be forgot."
"Perfection, my child, is the obese woman who dances with an untroubled smile. Perfection is the scarred daughter who sings on relentlessly. Perfection is the broken boy who writes poetry in a skill beyond those most celebrated. Perfection is the shunned lesbian who stands up for the dance anyways. Perfection is the cross dresser who stares into the mirror and dares the world. Perfection is the poor man who knows hope thrives in his heart even if it exists no where else. Perfection is not what you seek but what is already there."
"Each of us shares a dance through the music of life. Its various rhythms and melodies exhausting us in an ocean of emotions. But we dance not with our lovers nor our friends. Our mirror images is whom with which we dance with. It is only ourselves that we must face everyday. So quiver not with fear at the crooked smile..."
"It is the dreams we live for that sings to our soul and keeps us walking as our allies aid us, and it is then we find happiness in the now."
"Destiny is the word we use to determine our fates for ourselves so that we believe in the unknown even though we fear it."
"It is not the whisper of another that urges you on but you're own heart crying out for the change."
"It is not the flame that smolders the very breath but the wind that feeds it. The ocean is not immovable nor immobile but manipulated by the wind itself. Feel the wind and thou is untouchable."
"Dares you to look beyond the deaths of our societal truths, to see the lies...that we tell ourselves. Then we can see the truth of ourselves for who we are in respectful and dignified love."
"Stand up and face the unreasonable tyranny before us so that the history that was created for the better of today is not desecrated."
"Do the heavens deny me so? Are my eternal tears for nothing...can no other hear her fervent whispers? Her sweet nothings in her twisting leaves, swaying branches and calling fields. Or her wind born wings, her adored mewling of the feline babe and the mortal eyes of a fresh born child. They hold an innocence like no other, conceived from the Mother herself. So shall I cry into the infinite or will they hear me?"
"The ethereal feather twisting in corrupted black gales does taunt the wicked and the wise but it feeds the crushing rise in the pregnant moon's coveted light for though you hunger what you do not see it is the predator that will gleefully feed even in the blinding curves of the unending cries locked in the calling nothingness of your guise."
"Take all that you can, my love. For in this moment of twisting and unending reality, it is we who are lost. So take all that you can, my love, for soon all shall be forgot."
"Perfection, my child, is the obese woman who dances with an untroubled smile. Perfection is the scarred daughter who sings on relentlessly. Perfection is the broken boy who writes poetry in a skill beyond those most celebrated. Perfection is the shunned lesbian who stands up for the dance anyways. Perfection is the cross dresser who stares into the mirror and dares the world. Perfection is the poor man who knows hope thrives in his heart even if it exists no where else. Perfection is not what you seek but what is already there."
