Vincent
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Vincent
The Matrix of Mourning Cries
What Happened to the Night
Talk About the Midnight Rambler:
How can love abide - Forever locked inside?
The cost of an unyielding heart, thus will always remain - For who holds the key to unlock these twisted chains ?
Stumbling thru the path of life - Inspiration slowly carved into quiet desperation. With every corner turned brings uncertainty - Before the rise, Set the night on fire.
Blind-Sided by the light - Here is the fall
Burdened with times of loneliness.
Let them stay - Let them stake their claim.
Styles along with the wind change.
Unchecked and Unnoticed, Resistance precedes the pain. Lacking the existence - Remaining the same. Unchecked and Unnoticed - Behind unbroken chains. How will love abide ? This unrelenting heart - Forever locked inside!
Master thyself deifying key - Sheltering an empty vacancy. Guarded by the flaming night - Vincent's stars shine bright. Reflecting inside their light. Life of hope keeps burning - Strained only by threads of doubt.
Whispers still elude me, yet they never venture far. Is it foolish reason to wish upon a star ?
Can love survive any vicious onslaught - Victimized by ones own insecurities - Will it be reciprocated ?
Pride cannot crawl - Blame lies within deception!
When morning awakes the reality sets in - Gracelessly tripping over endless mistakes. Misguided fool believing, Time can change - History's correction. Pleading cries comfort protection!
This part has been chosen - Therefore, wash away thy sins. Should they be exonerated - Face their adversary? Souls unwittingly lost to modern day demagogues. The truth well served - Was it well deserved?
Appropriate advice has always been to take things in stride. For who is by your side? Do you feel that moment - When they feel that moment too? Are you still mine - No answer needed!
In reality - It will never be! I didn't hardly know her, I believed I could love her. When she came walking over - What could I possibly show her? Could she see, could she see me ? Life was such a sweet thing - Thru knowing her, I wanted to know everything. What a beautiful feeling!
How could love abide - As I watched her walk on by? Passing impulse slight hesitation. Extended hands no invitation - Holding no obligation. Love cannot abide - A quick hello, Restraining goodby!
Evening star merges - Mourning star shines ---- Intentions revealed by Vincent's design. Still life moves along with light speed. Left alone -
Surviving will of my own. Speculation confronting answers.
Resolutions have been shown ----- This unrelenting heart made of stone. Few lines to challenge - Words deplete. Love surrenders - Total defeat. How can love abide ?
For loneliness has stepped inside !
JCKasper
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.