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'the machine that grew'
a short story
plus free sunsign forecast
by C. Candide
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When was the last time you looked at me
Your loving eternal wife who shot to fame
And went to see the moonlight sinatras
And I've become an onlooker to the scene
You know that love has made you ill
When the tide of desperation is in the air
Me of my roses and that always seem
To disappear into a soft glowing temper
A cold and darkened day is being lost
You know the ending of the stories suffering
But wait for me when you take that knife
And whither the ending that stake you call mothering
A feeling that knows nothing but your guilty habit
Remind my momentary loss of doubt
You still love me and my still open mind of dew
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Now you're gone.
You're gone,
Life has become hardened
Has it's seasons spartan.
Lonely days are all we have. Still sorrow
Christened by shadows brethren. Is like snow:
And like snow we wait for spring warmed by the chill
Stories of those who know the light of being merely human
Warmed by either empty toil or the solitude of prayer within the arms
Of God. Arms so mighty they crush the darkness into coal found only inside
The still cold heart of this your creation this mountain has fire within it's veins
Rubies and amethysts still waters of diamond blue, only for you they are like a reminder
To be still upon the descent as there is much to do and much to be done, remembering that there
Is hope after the rain and wind have stripped you of your pride. Mother I still have you and you me but
For now we will remember the distant thunder that mountains sometimes echo when heaven speaks peace
Why me why not another
I wish to say to you
Follow your star
But I have become bitter
The rain is no longer
Something to worry over
Now that he is nearer
Fall damn you into winter
Bitterness and saints go
Nowhere and are forgotten
Best if you just leave her
Fear and the past condition
We call empathy and trust
Just keep me the plate
And keep to your promise
Of being last to touch the crust
But this is real life
And running slowly
You will begin to shelter
The harrowing truth
Of nature and torture
When I need him least
Growing lonely as a cloud
Dimmed by the discussed
Reminders of the never
Ending dust we call this life
To discussion today I have
Nothing and that is enough
To pass away the morning
But what of the future
That is always yawning
Find that all things come to
Watch your memory
Keep moving and be
Those are the words
That is truth
Take sleep and consider
The action of your heart
Too slow to beat
And too stern for another
Love is the key love for another
And all is peaceful
The way was made clear by your kindness
Whilst Mordrid lies awake and fears
Only the coming of the dawn
Taken prisoner
Stepping towards the edge of grace
And one to hide the shame of killing
Shapes in shadow and fetters
But time ponders
at the feat of men who carry your cross
Towards an empty entity
Whispering perfection
Sharing Sin
And waiting tired of oblivion's stax
Cornfields utter temporal rage
And all is quit for now
At the ruin of surrender
It rains upon the bloody scene
And sharpness begins to rust
Whilst life lingers in it's glory
And his heart passes on
The rain turns to misty meadows
Aha rejoice in spirited tenderness
And perish doubt upon the wake
Treading the grape of gaping wholeness
Clapping hands in tune with red florescent candy frost
Can I tell the difference between you and what lies
Between lips that woo me
Between the next momentary loss
Of beat and drumming fingers
The be of being lingers and I find nothing
But the tail of identical tapping innocence
Wearing those china shoes, Italian
Naples free and ugly, power boats and harley dees
Candour lying swell buying only breakfast cake
Sleeping three star tramping
On euroland tankas that never stop
To sniff the brokers checkered boot
Figuring and lectured I stand as enema
To your ever impressive animation's terror
To the road,that oozes of bordellos
Walking bass like squeezed impressions of chillled hood bearers hill
Impress me with your stuttering stamp collection
Air graduates slippery
As we slide on into oblivion
Naked and charmed by one
Silly eye silver blow of trumpet silenced ring
Shivering cold flute of pink and yellow mystery
The waters of despair within the heirs of heroes
This your life meanders towards an energy
And the trumpet sounds a deepening lull
What is it that heals the day but a crow's
Foolish shaking charm
Rise in the folly of men guided by what is mere memento
History has succumbed to tomorrow's shaking,
Bells and dancing mares and bulls free the bellicose
Again the lesson is never seen to be
A foolish shaking charm
Another foolish man is here to stay in quiet places
Giving rise to thought and dreams of you an me
An empty shaking rhyme is peacefully vanishing
I say remain to shake the day gone by and see
This foolish shaking charm
Test tube to my lips I swig the nectar of a trapped diver
You slap me clear and take the glass as I rest in your embrace
I take the trap from my finger releasing my hand to see
A dark haired mother at my side I surrender into welcome
Chastising words of judgement fastenned to the wind
Who is listening but thee a holy man and woman
Who is low? Turning pages in my dreams I will go with you
With wings that float upon the breathe of silence
Who suits the kind and listens in judgement kindly
Do not stop the mystery just as I have torn the page
But see the waves and swim in shallow darting streams
Like children who fall into the arms of elders after play
So slow and silent, formed to pass the tremor of a
Friend. His name is foolish and his look is half
Blinded by the stony steps of England, shame
For words are only eyes blinding
Time, or in the spring of steps made for winding
Say your name. Bring me a heart divine to sway
Cold steps from doors that, broken, are entered in
And given no shade to travelling
For when you awake my eyes will burn envy bright
And nothing will again be something in the dream
Dreamed on frost and dew. For I no longer leap
Beneath the trees but by the way that many knew
The plan is burned by a lilly
And the lady takes the fan
To her heart
And made into dust
Driven by trust
And lost in sleep
Heard from the heart
Rising towards thinking
Again lost in parting
Forever lost and broken
Treasure is loving you
By calamity
This is the fire
Of life and prey
Giving into love
See the tender shooting stars that guide this night to morning
As I scale the fissures that you hide beneath leaden cloudy dew
Reason with my folly, clear the frosty air for loving you
Listen to her ice and snow as spring breaks Bedouin
Stay with me forever, be mindful of the starry streams
Burn the earth beneath the heather and Vulcan's burning dreams
The blue vanity of misty valleys sway beneath the clearing
Of sheared and sharpened whispers. Can this be the heaven?
That I dreamed of or morning that breaks upon her being
In pools of gray, within whose depths the lovers found them bound
Spring jaunty with the brook all rising and falling with a lusty cry
Free of frenzy. Raising heads and holding to trusting skies
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Silver men take their tales too
Long entwined, before the crude
Judge of decorum's rhinestone
His offensive featured calm
Remnant raps there. Blessed balm
Shredding skin, till summer's there
Echoes panacea's blind
Silence, washing biology
Dipped and cleansed… Kind
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