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Your love is a sacred fire of eternal flame,
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We hunger for the shards of light flashing from your eye;
We hunger for the shards of light flashing from your eye; May they wound our dark mind with brilliance until we die! Who, if we cried, would hear us among the many gods? The busy deities are such dull and … Continue reading
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The dawn breeze brought news of the crying rend
The dawn breeze brought news of the crying rend: He was all the night searching for the friend. From bar to bar he stumbled with graphic speech; No fool for long was beyond his wit’s reach! The lover with long … Continue reading
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A thousand times we have inscribed paper with your glorious name,
A thousand times we have inscribed paper with your eternal name, only to have shredded our efforts to praise you in bitter shame. We long to sing glorious song that delights your grave expression, and we cry to find the … Continue reading
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This life of consumerism is a contract inspired by faust:
This life of consumerism is a contract inspired by Faust: we sold our soul for desire, but now the mind is accursed! With pleasure comes pain as surely as cats’ play with mice; our pursuit of desire has rebounded as … Continue reading
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I run from the rotting stench of my precious thought,
I run from the rotting stench of my precious thought, but cannot find the pure, sweet breeze of “I am not”! The sweet grace of lord and master will set me free, when I submit myself to grace and cease … Continue reading
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In the old city of Poona, Sheriar’s cafe served everyman;
In the old city of Poona, Sheriar’s cafe served everyman; The lips of the matchless dervish repeated “Yezdan, Yezdan”! The fakir whose poverty was pure gold, never had ambition except to see his son revealed as the Zoroaster of his … Continue reading
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no man lives the anguish of living without love
no man lives the anguish of living without love and survives. he leaps off a bridge without a shove. we cry and cry to feel a loving hand in ours; no man wants to die alone in his last hour. … Continue reading
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the fire of digestion is god’s gift to proud man;
The fire of digestion is god’s gift to proud man; Without a good shit man lives his life on the can! Prometheus stole the fire that bound him to rock; Daily, the eagle tears his liver and courage mocks. To … Continue reading
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The royal wedding of our time gladdens the loyal heart;
The royal wedding of our time gladdens the loyal heart; we praise the prince and princess we can’t live without! King Arthur’s knights march to a beat that plays in our veins: the cry of his men can still be … Continue reading
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