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Raoued, Tunisia Joined: Jun 2009 |
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let me go now, time has come,
For the starlight to fade into eternity,
Wounded soul, I'm here to fight,
For all the meanings I can't find.
let me go through the thorns of life,
Across the fields of endless futures,
To find where the meanings lie,
To lose the self I've always lost;
There, I see a brand new tomorrow,
A beauty beyond the worlds of mortals,
There, my soul lies, within the fears themselves,
There, will meanings spring from life.
let me go now for a while,
let me sleep an endless night, i will wake before tomorrow, stranger to the selves ive left. | |
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let me go now, time has come,
For the starlight to fade into eternity,
Wounded soul, I'm here to fight,
For all the meanings I can't find.
let me go through the thorns of life,
Across the fields of endless futures,
To find where the meanings lie,
To lose the self I've always lost;
There, I see a brand new tomorrow,
A beauty beyond the worlds of mortals,
There, my soul lies, within the fears themselves,
There, will meanings spring from life.
let me go now for a while,
let me sleep an endless night, i will wake before tomorrow, stranger to the selves ive left. | |
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The more you try to hurt me, the more I can see through you, and what I see is myself in another dimension.
The more you try to show your supremacy, the more I see a humble prophet, buddha,messenger walking through the other side of the world.
I am resistant to your jealousy. I am immune to your mediocrity.
I have learned that love does not see jealousy, and that compassion does not know anger.
I have learned that miracles are within the heart of the lover, and that it is eternal.
You give me no reason to hate you, no reason to be your enemy, for in that you will find a confirmation, fullfilment of your ego.
But my friend, I can see no ego. All I see is us, flaoting on invisible rivers of plenitude and serenity.
Swimming in the essence of God. We are one.
You can't divide me from myself.
You can't reach out to stab my heart.
The more you try to weaken me, the more you weaken yourself. | |
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In these moments of the awakening of the soul I will admit your greatness.
These moments will pass away like all living things do, and I will go back to my pathetic conclusions.
But now let me speak the true words or be forever silent.
The mind never will rest; it will go on making layers of dust until the soul is no longer seen.
So let me speak or be forever silent.
I will think no more, no!
I know that this is a mere four-in-the morning thought, born and dead before sunrise.
I never change the words already written, I never think of what to write.
I never thought and perhaps never willing that I was born to hold a pen.
Some do have the blessing of writing well, so well that their words could commit a crime.
Others never write to kill. They write to survive.
For when your being is emptied, nothing but your words is left.
Now before I try to close my eyes again I type this last question: What is it that make me type? | |
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