Nyx C Styx Poems

live simply
and find something to believe in
there is too much to choose from
the things to die for
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I seek a posion sure enough for this brain
for thoughts of thee never cease
and your name resounds again and again
not even the night bringeth me peace
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My tears have carved
the path for rivers
along the mountains of my cheeks
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The Suns stretches her morning fire
and overcasts the darkness of the night before
what might all this world be without desire
What might we be if we stopped asking for more
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Some say love be more pain than pleasure
I say tis some quest for treasure
to ride against the sun and tide
to sail against the seas and oceans wide
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How do I define the the void my soul has possesed?
or the void that has possesed my soul?
By what verse or syllable or vernacular?
The battlegrounds of melancholy and merriment
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Come feast with me upon the surface of the moon
meet me by the tamarind tree at the midnight noon

and hop frog our way upon lily pad clouds
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The mountain stands
firm and affirming
unmoved by the moving wind
unaware of the grain
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He is a young boy
weary, exhausted
In him lies a soul of the age One Thousand
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Let us marry our minds tonight
Let me bleed you to the rhythm of my brazen passions,
to the tune of my unrelenting lust
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