Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...
This be the second week of the eighth month,
Month of the Moon of the Changing Season,
Second year of being a slave to a slave,
Year of the Terra Ratus,
18th day of the fifth month since the tears is hidden...
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oo(O)oo
DANCE WITH ME
(updated as at 2.30 a.m. 18th November 2008)
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He who believes in The Ignored and the Land at the End of Time,
if he witnesses any matter he should talk in good terms about it or keep quiet. Act kindly towards woman,
for woman is created from a rib,
the most crooked part of the rib is its top.
If you attempt to straighten it,
you will break it, and if you leave it,
its crookedness will remain there.
So act kindly towards women.
A believing man should not hate a believing woman,
it he dislikes one of her characteristics, he will be pleased with another.
- Forgotten Words of The Forgotten Man
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WITH all the courage that could be mustered, he walks to the center of the Garden of Thorns.
There, Eves of the Haven run and play, sang and sit, smile and shied.
A havenly heavenly place or a hellish space - a question yet to be answered…
He continued his slow swaggering pace to that place occupying a space that makes an amazed man amused.
Those swaggering pace stop only a few inches from the Golden Gates of the Garden of Thorns.
"Hmmm...It smells nice here," he mind begins to thought, "happiness is just beyond these gates."
Tremble hands of his held the handles of the gates, and with a short sigh of relief that sounded more like a breath of fear, they pushed them open.
The moment that the end of his shadows kisses those of the Eves of the Haven, silence broke free from laughter.
And, in the wake of silence, came sinuous stares that hid behind sweet sweet smiles...
Such sweet smiles they gave him, such piercing stares they showed him.
So sweet and so piercing that he is oblivious of the blood that trickles from numerous unseen wounds.
It seems that their heavenly beauty masks the pain that he should be feeling right now.
"Oh poor, poor man," they began to say with voices comparable only with a nightingale's song, "You look so tired by the journey here, allow us to quench thy thirst," said one that seems to be the matriarch of the Eves.
With a snap of her slender fingers, two of the Eves walk as if being carried the lightest of breeze to him, carrying a golden glass and a wooden mug...
"Slay your thirst poor being," said the matriarch, "you travel seem to have drained you much, slay your thirst and rejuvenate your strength so that your lust will be once again bold."
She said what she said with a sinister smile.
"Lust? I wish not my lust to last. I wish only to rejuvenate love, my love for a heart to calm the chaos of my soul," was his reply to the matriarch.
"Oh? and that too shall be remedied," was her answer, laced with another sinister smile.
With that, the Limp took the Golden Glass and drank his fill.
"What is this drink that have the might more than water do and slew my thirst bursting my dexterity?" asked the Limp with awe and gratefulness.
"It's your blood," a simple surprising answer the Limp got.
"My blood?" he asks with great surprise, "you gave me my blood? Why?"...
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...an end is indefinite, when a continuation is required, so...
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oo(O)oo
ANSWER ME THIS
-o0o-
beloved friends tell me please,
if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,
or,
it is the end that would spawn your bliss,
tell me so that for you I may wheel,
a cart for this tale and banish all crease,
but,
be what ever that you may ever wish,
but,
be what ever that you may ever wish,
feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,
and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.
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oo(O)oo
MARK ON MY FINGER
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i wore a band on my ring finger,
marking the journey away from freedom,
so that i will always remember,
to gather a stranger's wisdom,
and forever be in a state of sober,
and be guarded from the state martyrdom,
lifting away any wonder,
to save my soul from a torn down kingdom,
and guard a rose from being wither,
even if it is,
my blood is the item for barter.
------oo(O)oo-------
In another time,another tale will come.
maybe, of the things,
the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
but for now,
the Demon would only want to rest.
and rest the Demon will,
in a land where demons were kill,
on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.
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_______THANK YOU_______
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