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the phrase of the week is

***********"BROKEN SHARDS CAST ILLUSIONS"**********

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She's more than a teary-eyed doll
I feel the crush before the fall
I limp away into fading light
Following a more urgent call

Dreams premiere in the busy night
Paralyzed wide-eyed second sight
Spy-filled alleys we quickly wend
The course of our pent-up plight

Belief on my forehead penned
Still The Judges search to the end
Caring to see that Justice is dressed
I dare not exhale the name of my friend

Tonight they'll reach a crucial crest
Look down on lives that are blessed
Skewed slightly, this tainted census
Recognizes "The Brightest and The Best"

President Jehovah watches over us
The embodiment of the national fuss
Angels on breezes offer a stormy ride
Hurling questions that would hurt us

(Sliding down a rainbow)

On a sunny beach beyond care we lied
We scoffed, feigned deafness as they cried
Signaling erection of hasty monuments
Fish flap in a curious trough at high tide

A Brazilian classicist picks his hypnosis
The rhythm pulses, precision imposes
He shrugs off the weight of his doubt
His certain melody, shroud-like closes

Calm and secure in this carefree redoubt
We're blinded by the attraction of lights
We speak hopefully and happily about
A future when we can fish freely for trout

(Suddenly who knows?)

One day they'll stumble upon artifacts
They'll find mirrors reflecting our time
The broken shards cast illusions
Lovely dreams and despicable acts

They'll link back to our good ol' age
Search the broken shards for a mage
Fill in missing gaps with profane lore
Then meet skepticism with sacred rage


Terrazo Spiccoli © Jul 17,'08

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FATE.


MY HEART IS BLOCKED
MY THOUGHTS ARE MAD
I FEEL NO EMOTIONS
MY WHOLE WORLD IS ROCKED.
THE MORE I TRY TO GRASP FOR AIR
THE MORE I SINK INTO THE ABYSS
THE ABYSS OF MY DESPAIR.
LIFE WITHOUT ANY COLOUR
EXCEPT DARKNESS, AND A LIFE THAT'S BARE.
BARE OF EMOTIONS....A FROZEN HEART
NO WARMTH IS REFLECTED
ONLY GREY SHADOWS
NO BEAUTY IS REFLECTED
IN THE BROKEN MIRROR OF LIFE,
BROKEN SHARDS CAST ILLUSION
TRYING TO COMOUFLAGE MY INNER STRIFE.
FROM MY EYES TRICKLE A TEAR
I WHISPER A SILENT PRAYER
A PRAYER WHICH COMES FROM THE SOUL....
AND SUDDENLY I FEEL COMFORT
IS IT POSSIBLE TO COME OUT OF THIS HOLE?
MY SAVIOUR! MY ANGEL!
FULL OF PASSION AND CARE
RADIATING PEACE, WHICH WARMS MY SOUL
MY FROZEN HEART STARTS THAWING
THERE IS A BURNING I CANNOT CONTROL
LOOKING AT ME SMILING
A SMILE REFLECTING A LOVE SO DEEP
HERE COMES SPRING!! WINTER HAS GONE TO SLEEP.
AND WITH SPRING LOVE BLOOMS AGAIN
LIKE THE FLOWERS EMITTING FRAGRANCE
FRAGRANCE OF PEACE...MY LONELINESS GONE
PEACE AND COMFORT, LIFT UP MY SOUL
AT LOVE ....LOVE AGAIN HAS WON.


©.........JESSIE....17/07/08