A Fable; Part Three–The End

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But there were fireworks and this was the glory
For this is just another story
Slowly the Grey Rose would die away
And the Piano’s tunes, forgotten
The two—buried apart
And the memoirs will also fade
Yet the stars would still be there
And the moon, the sun
And the freckled sky
And somewhere would fly a Purple Dove
And a Blue Kite would fall in love with it
Glass will shatter and the pages will turn
Swings will oscillate and the pendulum will break
For such is love; a curious display

Orange Canary

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There was a grey fire here last night
It burnt the roof of the city down
The orange canary sang in wilderness
The red dog wept in sadness
The purple cat hid in dismay
The people stared at the sea
That was an escape and this was the dream
The trees were ash and the house on the hill…
Turned rust
And the golden canary sang in its nest
They looked for me and I tried to hide
This was the story and it was a test
The whole city was burnt and there was smoke
People looked at the sky
For it was far and that was the cry

Bird in my Head

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I sit in a dark room thinking about darkness
I have a glass of blood in my hands
And a bird flies quietly in my head
I do not know why
I will sit here. For hours to come. And minutes and seconds
Thinking about darkness
All the light that I lost
And I cannot look around me
There is a bear which plays the flute
And I do not understand why
There is darkness around me
And I am the light.
And soon I’ll burn myself out
As I burnt my candle turning it into the wildfires
The ghosts play the piano
And I can not dance
But I do not know why
I can hear laughter and people talking
But it must be all in my head
Yet I do not know why

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It’s like the days are not even days any more.
Night isn’t night anymore.
I am not even who I was anymore.
The sky has turned into ash, it isn’t blue anymore
The moon is a black dot, it isn’t the moon anymore
The sea has turned into soot, it isn’t it anymore
The tree upon which I gazed outside
It is not standing there anymore…perhaps it travelled north or towards a dusty gloom
I don’t know anymore
There is so much dark now, I don’t want the light anymore
I loved someone once
I don’t love anymore

Hollow

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I was haunted by the hollow of my hand
What is in it. Why
I was disfigured by the death in my eyes
Who died. Why
I was shattered by the quivering of my soul
How did it happen. Why
I was looking at the curve of my lips
Which way did they go. Why
I sat with myself once
I danced with myself once
I dreamed within myself once
Who was I supposed to be. Why

A Life within a Dream

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She departs from solitude
Goes into the deep, the deep forest-
Where Willows are sown to weep
And she cushions the sorrow
The sorrow of the beast
For he never knew the love he felt,
Was one to keep
The departed lunatics were baffled
When she came into the deep,
The deep forest where a million pains were reaped
Yet she moved like a princess
In the heart of the forest which was rather deep
There she stood, out of her solitude
Looked at the silver trees
The shadows of the stars and the red moon,
One stolen from its sleep
So she buried the promises which were never made
Deep into the creek
When she wakes up from her awakening
She will know that tales were written
And songs sung,
Wasted were the lovers
SO hung on its idea that when dawn broke
It was only a leap

Glory

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When death ruled the valley of fear
Destiny cried for the misery of its dear
But they went to find the valley of the dead
And saw that fear ruled it with pleasure
Hidden away in a mortal plane
The immortal seized the valley of the fear
Only to find it was nothing but–
The death of the dear
One can see and one can choose
To keep the eyes blind
But the two valleys–out of them
One would win and the other persist