Post by jollyolmelancholy on Apr 16, 2014 20:51:06 GMT -5
He who is lost, can only be found by one that is searching.
………
And in this cold desert he waits
Not for something
But someone
He sits here all day
Wondering where he had lost it all
“Where did it go,” he moans
The sand freezing his toes
“Why did it leave so abruptly,” The song of his heart
“Will it ever return,” One of the foul gestures of his life
For he and his craven lifestyle prevent everything
For he and his stone ocher heart resist all
For he and his blank mind see nothing
And he and his black eyes study all
Burning in the cold of the sand
He finds a black seashell
It crumbles under the tenderness of his grip
The tear he shed at that moment is an advocate of his longing
And the dryness of the little droplet show all
His eyes are burning from the wetness of the sand
So he dries his eyes with more tears
Drowning in his wet thoughts
He grabs the side of his sanguine towel
And slips on the nothing that is his soul
He lies there in the sand
Just thinking of what to do next
His body urges him to move forward
But his mind prevents such a thing
How long will he wait
Basking in the darkness of his mind
What steps will he take
To reach a world pure and divine
What friends will he make
To lead him down the right line
And what path shall he create
To brighten his mind
For as long as he sits dormant
Dumb
Dull
And dead
The sand will always burn of cold
And his soul will never learn of the world
But….
In his putrid moral and peak of madness
He sings a tune to bring him out of this madness
He crows and cocks his head up high
He raises his hand toward the sky
And he starts a song that the world will know
“The Requiem of a lost soul, a world untold, what lies within, is what the future holds, everyday I try and try, and when my time passes by, I will forever remain still, for the world is my thrill.”
He hums this tune to his gloom and despair
And he feels a tingling from his spine to his hair
He fights this burning ice
With a flame of his own
“This sand is an Illusion,” He says
“No longer will I be trapped in its hold,”
He stands up tall
And wipes the pain away
His tears are wet with his realization
And his mind clear with dreadful creations
He runs toward the Moon, no need for the sun
The darkness is the place where everything starts
He Looks upon the moon and the stars in the sky
And he says those final words to himself
“This is the Requiem Of The Lost soul, as long as I grasp these dreams of prosperity and grace, I shall never be burned by that which is cold, I shall never weep upon the darkness of the sky, and my heart shall rise, and thump and stir, and I will never hum the Requiem Of The Lost soul, for what I believe in, is the path I choose, and what I choose is……Love….”
He has almost found himself from within
But he needs one final piece of his puzzle
Will it show its face anytime soon
Or will he go on forever, singing that dreadful tune
“Requiem Of The Lost Soul…….”
………
And in this cold desert he waits
Not for something
But someone
He sits here all day
Wondering where he had lost it all
“Where did it go,” he moans
The sand freezing his toes
“Why did it leave so abruptly,” The song of his heart
“Will it ever return,” One of the foul gestures of his life
For he and his craven lifestyle prevent everything
For he and his stone ocher heart resist all
For he and his blank mind see nothing
And he and his black eyes study all
Burning in the cold of the sand
He finds a black seashell
It crumbles under the tenderness of his grip
The tear he shed at that moment is an advocate of his longing
And the dryness of the little droplet show all
His eyes are burning from the wetness of the sand
So he dries his eyes with more tears
Drowning in his wet thoughts
He grabs the side of his sanguine towel
And slips on the nothing that is his soul
He lies there in the sand
Just thinking of what to do next
His body urges him to move forward
But his mind prevents such a thing
How long will he wait
Basking in the darkness of his mind
What steps will he take
To reach a world pure and divine
What friends will he make
To lead him down the right line
And what path shall he create
To brighten his mind
For as long as he sits dormant
Dumb
Dull
And dead
The sand will always burn of cold
And his soul will never learn of the world
But….
In his putrid moral and peak of madness
He sings a tune to bring him out of this madness
He crows and cocks his head up high
He raises his hand toward the sky
And he starts a song that the world will know
“The Requiem of a lost soul, a world untold, what lies within, is what the future holds, everyday I try and try, and when my time passes by, I will forever remain still, for the world is my thrill.”
He hums this tune to his gloom and despair
And he feels a tingling from his spine to his hair
He fights this burning ice
With a flame of his own
“This sand is an Illusion,” He says
“No longer will I be trapped in its hold,”
He stands up tall
And wipes the pain away
His tears are wet with his realization
And his mind clear with dreadful creations
He runs toward the Moon, no need for the sun
The darkness is the place where everything starts
He Looks upon the moon and the stars in the sky
And he says those final words to himself
“This is the Requiem Of The Lost soul, as long as I grasp these dreams of prosperity and grace, I shall never be burned by that which is cold, I shall never weep upon the darkness of the sky, and my heart shall rise, and thump and stir, and I will never hum the Requiem Of The Lost soul, for what I believe in, is the path I choose, and what I choose is……Love….”
He has almost found himself from within
But he needs one final piece of his puzzle
Will it show its face anytime soon
Or will he go on forever, singing that dreadful tune
“Requiem Of The Lost Soul…….”
