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Song to the Phantoms

December 8, 2009
By Salem.K.P BRONZE, Cosmogonia, Idaho
Salem.K.P BRONZE, Cosmogonia, Idaho
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Favorite Quote:
In this world, the Isle of Dreams,<br /> While we sit by sorrow&#039;s streams,<br /> Tears and terrors are our themes,<br /> Reciting:<br /> <br /> But when once from hence we fly,<br /> More and more approaching nigh<br /> Unto young eternity,<br /> Uniting<br /> <br /> In that whiter Island, where<br /> Things are evermore sincere:<br /> Candour here, and lustre there,<br /> Delighting:--<br /> <br /> There no monstrous fancies shall<br /> Out of hell an horror call,<br /> To create, or cause at all<br /> Affrighting.<br /> <br /> There, in calm and cooling sleep,<br /> We our eyes shall never steep,<br /> But eternal watch shall keep,<br /> Attending<br /> <br /> Pleasures such as shall pursue<br /> Me immortalized, and you;<br /> And fresh joys, as never too<br /> Have ending. <br /> <br /> Robert Herrick


Burning twilight tainted of purple clouds
From which is bursting the soft howl
Of this strange panicking paradise

you are a small bunny baby who’s chest is wide open and his heart is cold
Living , well surviving in a wooden bungalow next to a circus
Protecting your cowboy brother, doesn’t mean you’re the father
Walking bare chest with your long sparkling hair, Golden guy your soul like a windmill
Run away to find back the shack in the wood
Four head monster sleeping in a magic cave you will be burry in the mud
Cannibal daughter. Pain is a her river.


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