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I find a strange knowledge of wind,

an open door in the mountain

pass where everything intersects.

Believe me. This will not pass.

This is a world where flags

contain themselves, and are still,

marked by their unfurled edges.

Lean stuff sways on the boughs

of pitch pine: silver, almost tinsel,

all light gone blue and sprouting

orange oils in a last bouquet.





2

These were the nest builders;

I caught one last morning, I sang

so it fell down, stupid,

from the trees. They're so incorrect

in their dead skin. Witness their twig

feet, the mistake of their hands.

They will follow you. They yearn

pebbles for their gullets to grind

their own seed. They swallow

so selflessly and die

like patriots.





3

Last Christmas, a family of five

woke from their dreaming and

dreamed themselves over: the baby

in its pink pajamas, the boy

in the red flannel bathrobe

he grabbed from the door,

a mother, a father, and a sister

in curlers; all died.





A wood frame house,

a cannister of oil,

a match—watch

as it unsettles.

They were so cold;

umber.





4

I am away from the knowledge

of animal mystics,

brujas and sorcerers

or the nudging chants

of a Tlingit Kachina.

I am frightened by regions

with wills of their own,

but when my people

die in the snow

I wonder

did the depths billow up

to reach them?



~Lorna Dee Cervantes~

This is getting old

and so are you.

Everything you know

and never knew.

Will run through your fingers

just like sand.

Enjoy it while you can.



Like a snake between two stones

it itches in your bones.

Take a deep breath and swallow

your sorrow

tomorrow.



So raise it up and lets propose a toast.

To the thing that hurts you most.



It's your last cup of sorrow.

What can you say?

Finish it today.

It's your last cup of sorrow.

So think of me

and get on your way.



It won't begin

until you make it end.

Until you know the how the where and the when.

With a new face you might surprise yourself.



Like a snake between two stones

it itches in your bones.

take a deep breath and swallow

your sorrow

tomorrow.



So raise it up and lets propose a toast.

To the thing that hurts you most.



It's your last cup of sorrow.

what can you say?

Finish it today.

It's your last cup of sorrow.

So think of me

and get on your way!



You might surprise yourself

You might surprise yourself



~ Faith No More ~

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can`t you understand

Oh my little girl



All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm



Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable



All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm



Enjoy the silence



~ Lacuna Coil ~

I won't stop following you

now help me pray for

the death of everything new

then we'll fly farther



cause you're my girl and that's alright

if you sting me

I won't mind



we'll stop to rest on the

moon and we'll make a fire

I'll steal a carcass for you

then feed off the virus



cause you're my girl

and that's alright

if you sting me

I won't mind



now look at em

look at em now

look at em sting

I see a red light in June

and I hear crying

you turn newborn baby blue

now we're all the virus



~ Deftones ~

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand

Oh my little girl All I ever wanted



All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm



Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable



All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm





~Lacuna Coil~

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.



I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.



And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.



The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.



But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.



For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.



~Edgar Allan Poe~