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All the Lies by FrostPuma, literature

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All the Lies

All the Lies ========= All of our lives we keep on growing, while even mountains wear away; and we all change without our knowing, and can speak only for today CHORUS: I'll tell you all the lies you want me to, I'll tell you all the truth you'll let me; I'll keep your love for as long as I can; I'll stay with you 'til you forget me. You ask me if I'll always love you, but I can't answer for tomorrow; all my collateral is hope, and dreams are all that I can borrow. I do not make a promise lightly, but, though the things I say are true, in spite of all my good intentions my heart does what it wants to do.

Ally by FrostPuma, literature

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Ally

Ally ========= Though you thought I was gone, in the depths of your fears, you were wrong; though I suffer, I wait; and patient in exile that's lasted long years, abandoned, I still cannot hate. nor have I forgotten, I still taste your tears, I will answer your call, though it's late. Out of the cold rain that beats the black mud on the rotting forest's track, out of the ancient muck reeking of blood I come to stand at your back. Don't turn around at the sound, show no sign of fear; it is I, your ally, who draws near. Hunted and hounded from all mortal lands in the distance and dark I endure; good and evil are not what my kind unde

Alphabet, Be Called by FrostPuma, literature

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Alphabet, Be Called

ALPHABET, BE CALLED! Benign celestial, divine, comprising diverse elements; descend! Effulgent font, emerge from glory; form glyphs haloed, golden, holy -- images hidden in jointed, intricately jumbled knots; jeweled keys loosing knowledge locked magically -- lend me now marvels: numinous occult names; ominous, perilous, onomantic powers -- quicken poetry, quell riddles. Quietly reveal, small rosy stone that speaks the unity those unknown voices uttered, verses whose vitality with xanthous, wild xenogenesis yearns. Xerxean your zeal, your zone a zenith above bounds; Alphabet, be called!

Animals, They Say by FrostPuma, literature

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Animals, They Say

Animals, They Say ========== Animals, they say, live in eternal now, and whatever they are doing, they've been doing it forever; no yesterday and no tomorrow, and nothing is done with the knowledge that it will not last; time's shadow does not fall on their eternal noon or midnight, where in pain they do not wait for one ending or another, but only endure, lacking not only time's curse, but it's blessing. Animals, they say, are hard to lie to; acting from their hearts, even their stelth is blatant; like children, they see through you, even if, to please you, they pretend they do not see; and all our webs of words are only noises; our hard-w

Art Should Not Be A Burden by FrostPuma, literature

Asperger's Syncopation by FrostPuma, literature

Back in the Bardo by FrostPuma, literature

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Back in the Bardo

Back in the Bardo ========== We planned very carefully, We worked very hard, oh! Here we are as you can see, Back in the Bardo. Back in the Bardo now, Feeling both renewed and worn, Where we wind up anyhow, Waiting here to be reborn. Did things go the way we planned? Were we on our guard, oh? Did we ever understand Why we're in the bardo? Back in the Bardo now, Can we ever cut a deal, Say goodbye and take our bow, Get off of this whirling wheel? What hand beats the hand that grips, To play the perfect card, oh; Cash out when we cash in our chips And beat the bank in Bardo? Back in the Bardo now, Taking stock of what was taught. What doe

Baradu by FrostPuma, literature

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Baradu

Baradu (a fragment) ========= In dark Mordor did Sauron once a black and monstrous tower devise on Gorgoroth the haunted plain that rotted with an unclean stain under the sunless skys. So there on hills of smoldering ash orcs toiled beneath the screaming lash, and there were turrets builded of black stones that iron-crowned rose into Mordor-night and dungeons sunk into Earth's tortured bones whose topmost levels never knew the light. But, oh!, that abyss iron-bridged that moated the Barad-Dur about with emptyness- a chasm steep, rock-tumbled and soot-coated where ever and anon the black mists floated up from the pits flame-f

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