I travel towards the eye of the storm.
I have to keep sane in a world of sensless noice.
I should hide underground
But I want to stand firm in the climates fighting.
IŽll reach up and take the moon away,
And why?
Because I can!
~*LordByron*~
I travel so fast I hit the peak of my form.
I want to stand alone as a god in the making,
I want to be the speaker when the words are breaking.
I have to keep silent if I want to spare my voice.
where silence sounds
I want to blow the wind and create the lightning.
I want to whip the rain from the face of the seas.
I want to spin a tornado that foldes the trees.
IŽll put up a sun and make the night into day!
The secret ghost I love the most
I truely admire the burning fire
In the sea of sleep she is mine for keeps
When she speaks and my attention seeks
And every word that IŽve ever heard
~*LordByron*~
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Is the one lurking in my dream
Shot from the moon in a silvery gloom
Her love is pure and clean
That she feeds to her soul
Her lovely scent is heaven sent
She repays every moment she stole
And her hand is in mine
as I wake, arise from that lake
The water tastes like wine
My head fills with that sound
I choose her voice, the only choice
The waking world renouned
Means less than when she breathe
A present unwrapping is the silent tapping
Of her small and bare feet"