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Through the fire and the flamesby Dolan Grey

Snow falls, this morning;
daybreak.
Even these early rays of light
seem deadly, piercing to us.

Night falls, this evening;
darkness.
Even the laughter of our children
sounds wicked, awful.

Battles, small and large,
through marshes and marches,
send the spirits of the slain
through shadows, to the sea.

Riding on the steppes
watching the dark towers,
we know they go through flames, too.

So now we rise up,
liberated by the elements,
towards whatever trials await,
our journey only just begun.

Behind the sun,
behind the stars,
below the surface of the moon; our souls --

Distanced, time ticks on
for the souls of the dead;
we
Coffee ShopCoffee Shop
Inhale that bitter scent
Let that foamy goodness rest above your lip
Let the quiet hums fill your ears and listen

That tap tap tapping
Thats an author telling their story

There is not a more beautiful sound in this world
nothing more important
than carefully chosen words
that help you

experience things that don’t exist in this world
just a simple little noise
makes you a better person
through someone elses mistakes

lift the warm mug to your lips
take another sip to awaken your senses

listen to that
tap  
               tap

                                       tapping

and let it inspire you
to do the same
I love you.I am not myself these days;
I find myself, more and more,
 in the fog of window panes and the
  cold, misty morning air.

I am not myself these days;
I lose myself, more and more,
 in the way light catches off
  certain clouds of sunset: prisms.

What is different?
 I love walks in the park,
clichéd as that may be,
 and I enjoy the taste of the rain.

What else is different?
  I am not willing, try as I might,
to accept or acknowledge that
  the sins of my ancestors reflect in me.

Of course, this is all since I met you.

  I wish, sometimes,
 to feel less like a piano,
and more like a harpsichord that
only you know how t
to love you is to lieby dolan grey

to love you is to lie;
to deceive you is to betray myself.

to curse you is to send my heart to something else,
perhaps a ghost of what I imagined,
last spring, in the rain, under the full moon,
that open heart, willing soul, and I knew them both.

to love you is to die;
to trick you is to destroy myself.

shattered windows and bloodstains,
my mind torn from my body as I tried to
fathom
my stars all falling from the sky.

loving you is agony;
shunning you is pain.

not again, said my corpse,
my battered conscience,
this house is built on stone!
but summer brought heat,
autumn brought wind, and
winter brought the chill of de
Hi, my name is.....Hello, my name is
Archaic and mysterious
                                Hidden in the depths of a leather book
                                                Secret to all
                                                Unknown by all
                      
PlaceI wonder
What it would be like
To trail my fingertips over the cold moon
And press constellations into my skin

I wonder
I am the only one
Content to spend my life sliding wispy nebulae
Into the small space between my fingers

I wonder
Why people won't believe me
When I tell them that there is a castle
Above the clouds, crested with sapphire waves

And I wonder
If there's a place on earth
For the people who gaze upon the stars
And wish upon long-dead rays of light...

And if not, I guess I'll have to make one.
Too Beautiful to LiveI still remember
the one summer day
when you and I walked together
in the garden
among the flowers
and the butterflies.
And I remember 
how you stopped 
to look at the blossoms
but never touched a single one.
"Too beautiful," you said,
and kept walking,
a sad little smile 
on your face.
But when you saw the butterfly
it was like you couldn't resist yourself.
You picked it up
with gentle hands
and carried it all the way home,
perched delicately
on your finger.
And often you would look at it 
with that same sad smile.
But when you got home
you placed it on the table
and grabbed the tweezers from the bathroom
and plucked off all its legs.
And as it flopped about on the wood,
struggling to fly,
you stacked every minuscule little leg and foot
in a tidy, neat pile.
"Still too beautiful," you murmured.
And you struck a match,
lit its wings,
and threw it into the air.
You watched as the butterfly pinwheeled through space,
burning as it flew in drunken loops,
ablaze wit
Que Voy A Hacer?In case you can't read Spanish, check the description for a translation!

Te amo, pero te odio tambien.
Ahora, la persona adentro de mi
no sabe que va a hacer con tigo.
Te quiere pegar, pero tambien
te quiere besar. Ella no sabe
que va a hacer.
Frigid.Without you I'm a winter heart:
a cold sunset and
a cloudy sunrise,
a night on my shoulder
like a ten minute dream
amidst the silent snow --

nothing lasts forevermore.

Ice on fire,
a melting dream,
three ways to
break apart;
will you feel anything at all
when the rain stops and
when the heart freezes?
Sanctity.A pilgrim at
the half remembered ruins,
sunset wiring
starspun and
burning low --
alive, somehow,
at the night's watch.
remember thisgemini, i've found it -
the missing weight from my every
valley, that was pulled from me while i was
unborn. "abducted," i'll say,
travelling back through spirit-lands
to watch our beginning, to witness
our once-upon-a-whole.

i've fallen into lightless quiet.
as i begin to breathe, i feel a pressure
released from my ears
and i can hear a cadence of
concurrent blooms. a gentle buzz
hums along, carried by the scent
of begging blossoms' celestial seed, and i
dare to look; removing one finger, then two,
then ten from my prying eyes
to see us there.

we are feathered and flowered.
our thorny bird-bones have no gaps
and our mahogany-skin is unblem
Brand new me.Hate me if you like!
I'm sure I'm an easy target.
Fill me with your lies,
I'll be like a balloon with a hole in it.

Do me a big favor,
And just save your breath.
Ive done all i could to please you.
Now give your fury a rest.

I Make no plans to stand out.
And I refuse to ever fit in.
I Wont settle to be a stereotype,
Im Satisfied Being Justin.

I may not See it all the time,
i may not always admit it...
But there is plenty that i love about myself,
and I'd fight to the death to defend it.

I may not be the perfect shade,
or have Abs like a surfboard model...
But I'll be there when things get heated,
Ill be the leader that you'd want to follo
what we need mostby dolan grey

i.
blue skies overhead, and
the seagulls come in
from the bay, looking for some
better nourishment
than can be found
at sea.

ii.
i came in from the field,
seeking shelter and
solace
from the burning sun.

you greeted me in the doorway,
brown eyes and brown hair.

iii.
we're the same,
those gulls and i,
thermals lifting us up,
hot wind,
our concentric lives
bringing us back to

what we need most.
:: How Dare You ::How dare you decide what is best for me
When you don't know what is best for you?

How dare you assume negatively towards others
When you frown upon those who assume negatively towards you?

How dare you berate those who use people
When you find delight every time you use someone?

How dare you preach that death threats are wrong
When you have threatened to end my life several times?

How dare you cry that you were raped
When you have shouted "I'm a virgin!" with pride?

How dare you use homophobic insults
When you are apart of the bisexual community?

How dare you criticize people who hurt themselves
When you have afflicted scars on your own
Garbed in BlueSquawking buzzards
Hang above my rigid frame
Awaiting, with a sickly hunger
Gathering, massing
Thieving of these winter skies

Far gone and bleeding
Where the muskets bore through
Not a whimper in my voice
Not a thought in my skull
I graciously
Die, blissfully unaware

It was a fleeting honor
For the twentieth Maine
Garbed in sacred blue
Bayonets at the ready

We sprang for madness
Shouting to higher glory
As the cannons butchered, and maimed
Sparring not a soul
No fresh face unscathed
I caught my fate
Swift, clean, and painless
Another notch to their belts
Another name, pressed and sold
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Rivers Daughter

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Lady,
In the water,
The rivers Daughter,
Won’t you let me
Come?

Come and sing now,
With you lady,
In the water,
Rivers Daughter,
Let me come?

Now good knight,
All in armor,
Quit your pestering,
And go marry
the farmers daughter.

But my lady,
Dressed in silver,
Just as I am,
Let me sing with you
A while?

Bold Knight,
All in armor,
Marry the farmer,
Live in the sunlight
Always smiling.

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Rivers Daughterby ~DangerMcDeathface

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*SpiderMilkshake Jan 25, 2013  Professional General Artist
Beautiful. :) I'd love to hear it performed... Celtic style or perhaps a ballad-y sound?
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~DangerMcDeathface Jan 26, 2013
Thank you very much, my idea would be to do it with an acoustic guitar driving the rhythm of the song, and to have male vocals for the knight with a female doing the lady's. And a long flute overlay at the very end to fade out on.
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